薄れゆく光と抑圧が支配する暗く重苦しい光景

Shining too bright, they make you fade, And force you back into the shade. You labor more but gather less, A futile cycle of distress. It is a cruel and bitter prize, A truth hidden in heavy lies. They bind your hands to watch you fall, As cold suppression cages all. the mood is dark, gritty, and foreboding.

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