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The Sound of Sats

A whisper hums across the land,
A spark ignites, a guiding hand.
No kings, no chains, no printer’s roar,
Just math and code—forevermore.

Each sat a drop of stored-up light,
A shield against the endless blight.
No borders bind, no tyrants sway,
For sovereign minds will pave the way.

They mock, they scoff, they fail to see,
The tide has turned—monetary sea.
And when at last the dust has cleared,
The ones who stacked will stand revered.

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