On Whom The System Prey's

When at dusk are cast by towers tall, Where power thrives, the weak must crawl. A system built on whispered lies, With polished smiles and hidden spies. Beneath the weight of gilded dreams, The fragile soul forever screams. Yet hope persists in darkest nights, A spark within, a flame ignites. For though the system preys and reigns, The human spirit breaks its chains.