Fiat is a parasite, unseen but felt,

Feeding on the lifeblood of those who trust it.

It drives you to debt, to spend what you don't have,

Teaching you that tomorrow holds no value,

That now is all that matters.

It whispers, "Grow at all costs,"

Until even the smallest must expand or die,

Businesses too bloated to fail,

Yet too fragile to survive without the parasite's touch.

Savers become gamblers,

Forced to play the markets,

Not to build wealth, but to hold on to what is slipping away.

Fiat warps the mind, shaping choices,

Turning risk into necessity,

And dependence into survival.

It thrives on your need,

Feeding on your labor,

Until the host can no longer tell

Where their own desires end

And the parasite begins.

This is the cycle it perpetuates—

By forcing your hand, it strengthens its grip.

Debt-driven growth feeds its hunger,

High time preference becomes its lifeblood,

And as savers gamble for safety,

Fiat’s hold on society deepens,

Its roots grow stronger with every sacrifice.

But Bitcoin offers a cure—

A way to reclaim time, to value the future again.

To step outside the web of control,

And let the parasite starve.