While the gloomy days of crypto come and pass,
Immature traders fall like the leaves.
I deeply sense the feeling of the distress,
Waiting for a healing harbinger or good news.
I stuck between my heart and my mind,
No need to choose since the dark days bind,
But I'm the one who hopes, no other kind,
Finally, I find my beacon within the darkest night.
The Collective is here to redeem,
Shattering the night with its sword of the beam,
Gather around it to make a magnificent team,
Victory is near for the sake of collectivism!
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DISCLAIMER
This poem is not meant to give commercial or any other kind of advice. It is just an enjoyable text at all.
Always DYOR