**The Devil Went Down to Wall Street**

The devil went down to Wall Street,

He was lookin' for a soul to steal.

He was in a bind, and way behind,

He was willing to make a deal.

When he came across this young man,

Fiddlin' with a Bitcoin, wild and free,

The devil jumped up on a sidewalk bench

Said, "Boy, let me tell you what I see."

"I guess you didn’t hear, but I'm the Devil,

I own this market, this game’s mine.

But I’ve been watchin’ you, young fella,

And I know you got somethin' that could shine.

Now, I’ve got money made of paper,

It can be printed anytime,

I can create value out of thin air,

But you can’t beat that with just a dime."

Satoshi looked at him with a grin,

Said, "I know what you're up to, it’s all a lie.

Your paper’s got no real backing,

It’s built on scarcity and the **illusion** you supply.

But let me tell you, Mister Devil,

I’ve got something different here to play.

I’ve got a fiddle made of code,

And it’s here to change the game today."

So the Devil said, “Alright, let’s play,

We’ll wager on the **value you create**.

If you win, I’ll leave you be,

But if I win, your **future’s sealed by fate.**”

Satoshi pulled out his fiddle,

He struck a chord that lit the air,

The tune it played was smooth and sweet,

Like a promise that the **future** would be fair.

"Bitcoin," he said, "is my secret,

No one can control its rise or fall.

It’s a fixed supply and it's here to stay,

It’s energy that will outlast it all."

The Devil grinned and took his turn,

Waving a sheet of fake paper high,

Said, "I’ve got **fiat** that keeps the world in line,

I can print and print, and they’ll never ask why."

He played his tune, it was fast and slick,

But Satoshi just **smiled** and played his trick.

For when the Devil looked up, it was clear as day,

His notes were just smoke, leading hearts astray.

Satoshi finished, with a clean sweet sound,

His music pure, like the promise he’s found.

The crowd stood stunned, they knew the score—

Real **value** rises, while the illusion’s a bore.

The Devil, defeated, walked away,

His paper money **vanishing** into the void,

For **Bitcoin** had won, and **truth** had been played,

While the Devil’s game was now destroyed.