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Ernesto Cisneros
@ernestocisneros
He painted dreams across the chain, with pixels made of faith and smoke. Signed his soul in silent code, to a godless god who never spoke. He sold a scream in JPEG light, they hailed his name in servers wide, but the feed kept rolling forward, and his crown just slipped and died. Oh, woe is me — no one can see, Oh, woe is me — I lost my belief. Help me, Satoshi, I’m adrift in this dream, minted in silence — now lost in the stream. Oh, woe is me — frame by frame, a ghost in the grid with a forgotten name. Help me, endless chain, set me free… Art lives forever… but not… not me... Art lives forever... but not me... not me.
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