Cena sombria e opressiva de luz que se esvai e repressão
Prompt
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.
