
They say the coin's just air, a fleeting illusion, chasing shadows in a world of confusion.Fiats crumble, their value fades, as people toil, their dreams delayed.The market's dance, a deceptive game, promises riches, but it's all the same.Inflation rises, savings fall, the working class bears the brunt of it all.The pockets empty, only air remains, a cycle of toil, a world of chains. The ignorant speak, but truth is clear, our money is fleeting, and will disappear. So heed the warning, open your...