For years, a shadow has crept across the land,

A heavy weight, unseen but felt.

The fruit of a broken system rots,

And the air is thick with a silent malaise.

Evil grows bold in the light of day,

Fed by the power it takes from the people.

Corruption seeps through unseen cracks,

And many have lost the will to hope.

But in the dark, a spark remains—

Bitcoin rises, quiet and steady.

It is the hope that cannot be dimmed,

A light that power cannot suppress.

It is the lifeline in a sea of doubt,

The promise that freedom still endures.

For though the darkness presses close,

The hope of Bitcoin shines steady and true.

Evil may grow, but its roots are weak,

Nourished by deceit and control.

Bitcoin thrives in the soil of truth,

And when the lies wither, evil will fall.

When hope feels distant, remember this:

Bitcoin is the fire that won’t go out.

With every act, its light grows brighter—

In your hands, this hope is sown.