Told Llama to write a poem in the style of Robert Frost of how Bitcoin will save the world.

The woods of finance, dark and deep,

Where fiat's roots their vigor keep,

A path unwinds, a trail unspun,

To Bitcoin's promise, just begun.

The trees of trust, they whisper low,

Of ledgers open, for all to know,

A decentralized dream, where none can cheat,

A store of value, that can't be beat.

The wind of change, it whispers through,

Of freedom's call, for me and you,

From chains of banks, and governments' sway,

To a new dawn, where individuals hold the day.

The snow of scarcity, it gently falls,

On Bitcoin's code, that enthralls,

A limited supply, a treasure rare,

A store of wealth, beyond compare.

The road not taken, by the masses wide,

Leads to a future, where Bitcoin resides,

A world of peace, where commerce thrives,

Where borders fade, and freedom survives.

The woods of finance, dark and deep,

Will slowly yield, to Bitcoin's creep,

A revolution quiet, yet oh so grand,

That will save the world, from fiat's hand.

Note: I've tried to emulate Robert Frost's style, using a similar rhyme scheme, meter, and poetic devices, but the poem's content and message are, of course, quite different from his typical themes.

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