In a pool of sats 💰 we place our call 📈📉,
Will Bitcoin rise 🚀, or will it fall 🌊?
Whispers of charts 📊, a candle’s glow 🕯️,
Fortunes shift with the tides that flow 🌙.
Each wager small 🎲, yet dreams run wide 🌌,
Hope ✨ and risk ⚡ walk side by side 🤝.
For every sat, a tale we spin 📜,
Of chance 🍀, of faith 🙏, of loss 💔, of win 🏆.
The price may dance 💃, the odds may bend 🎯,
But the game’s the thrill 🔥 that has no end ♾️.
In pools of sats 🌐, beneath the moon 🌕,
Bitcoin decides 🪙 — too late, too soon ⏳.