Fiat must fall.

It is a rotting foundation,

A structure built on lies,

Sustained by theft,

Draining the life from all who toil beneath it.

It devours the fruits of labor,

Siphoning wealth from the hands of the many

To feed the greed of the few.

It inflates the world with empty promises,

Devaluing time, effort, and truth itself.

Fiat must fall.

It has poisoned the well of society,

Sown division where there was peace,

And turned work into a burden

Rather than a blessing.

We see through the illusion now,

We feel the weight of its corruption.

Fiat is the disease,

And its end is the cure.

In Bitcoin, we find the antidote,

A return to honesty and value.

A future where our work is honored,

Where savings grow strong,

And the lies of the past crumble.

Fiat delenda est—

It must be destroyed,

So we can rebuild what is true

On a foundation that lasts.

But this end will not come on its own—

We must act.

By choosing Bitcoin,

By standing firm in truth,

We take the first steps

To bring fiat’s reign to a just end.

Through our conviction,

Through every sat we stack,

We hasten the fall of the lie

By removing our support,

And prepare the way for a Bright Orange future.