Fiat is dirty money, stained,

With greed and power, war and pain.

It flows from hands that print at will,

While lives are broken to pay the bill.

It funds the wars you never chose,

And lines the pockets of those in control.

Each dollar carries the weight of deceit,

A tool of theft beneath your feet.

Would you hold what’s built on lies?

Would you trade your soul for gain,

Knowing every note you spend

Feeds the beast that spreads the pain?

Reject this dirty, tainted cash,

That robs you as it strengthens its grasp.

Your hands are clean—let them remain,

Don’t touch the wealth of blood and shame.

Bitcoin stands, beyond control,

A form of money that harms no soul.

Reject the filth, the hidden cost—

For freedom, peace, and nothing lost.