Sighs of Inscriptions and Runes Once full of hope, Inscriptions engraved faith, Runes ignited dreams, The glorious track of Bitcoin, They saw it as the dawn ahead. They kept their promises, Seeking themselves in narratives. Faith turned into tears, Falling into gradually drying wallets. The currencies around them soared, But they could only look up. The dealers manipulated the market ruthlessly, The dream turned into a desolate coast. Inscriptions are no longer poems of the future; Runes are only silent laments. They are martyrs, Burning out the flames of enthusiasm in the scam. Poor people, raise your heads, This is not the end, but the future of waking up. The sad song of inscriptions and runes, Will always echo in the desert of encryption.
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