rummy on Nostr: You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may doubt the ...

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may doubt the coin that's cryptic,
But still, like trust, it'll rise.

Does my borderlessness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I spur as if I've got wallets
Leaping past your banks so soon.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes rising high,
Still Bitcoin will rise.

Did you want to see it weakened?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by your fiat cries?

Does my anonymity offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' up in my backyard.

You may shoot me with your disapproval,
You may cut me with your scorn,
You may shun me for its promise,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my independence confound you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got freedom
At the blockchain sunrise?

Out from a world of shadows,
I rise.
Up from a past that's rooted in pain,
I rise.
A decentralized currency,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear,
I rise.
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear,
I rise.
Bringing the gifts that my forebears gave,
I am the future that breaks free and brave.

I rise.
I rise.
I rise.