Do not go gentle into that fiat night,
Old wealth should burn and trade at close of day;
Buy, buy before the dying of the dollar.
Though wise men at their end know cash is slight,
Because their savings forked no gains, they say,
Do not go gentle into that fiat night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail funds might have soared in Bitcoin bay,
Buy, buy before the dying of the dollar.
Wild men who caught and spent the fiat flight,
And learn, too late, inflation grieved their way,
Do not go gentle into that fiat night.
Grave men, near broke, who see with blinding sight
Blind banks could blaze like Bitcoin and be gay,
Buy, buy before the dying of the dollar.
And you, my holder, there on the HODL height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce sats, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that fiat night.
Buy, buy before the dying of the dollar.