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An oil painting depicting a dense crowd of diverse, faceless human figures with their arms raised towards a single one-dollar bill centered and floating above them. The crowd is packed tightly and consists of individuals with various skin tones ranging from light to dark. Each subject is dressed differently, some in casual clothing, others in work attire, hinting at a mix of different occupations and backgrounds. Their outstretched arms are angled, creating diamond shapes with their fingers mimicking the shape of the dollar bill. The lighting casts a vignette effect, focusing on the center of the image, where rays of light emerge from behind the dollar bill, creating an almost divine or revered emphasis on the currency. The overall mood appears to be one of aspiration, desperation, or adoration directed towards the monetary symbol above them.
In shadows deep where echoes cry,
A hollow soul beneath the sky,
Heedless of the heart's own plea,
Bound by greed, and never free.
The dollar's gleam, a siren's call,
In gilded halls where spirits fall,
He trades his dreams for fleeting gold,
A story sad and oft retold.
His hands once soft, now cold and hard,
He stands a guard, a lonely bard,
His wealth amassed, yet void within,
A silent grave, his only kin.
The laughter fades, the joy subsides,
In endless chase, the soul abides,
Yet riches vast cannot fulfill
The heart's own ache, the mind's own still.
A temple built of fleeting worth,
Where love and kindness find no berth,
He kneels before his golden god,
A path once bright, now darkly trod.
In shadows deep where echoes cry,
A tale of greed, where spirits die,
The dollar's song, a mournful tune,
Beneath a cold, indifferent moon.
