Lord, let me hodl through the sinister night
Darkest just before the first ray of bright light
Though all the FUD, it seems confirmed
And bears say my lessons I have not learned
But what the bears will never know
And the trolls refuse to show
That even in the dark of night
There is da moon that shines so bright
Da shiny moon will guide the way
The stairway to heaven, as some might say
So bitcoin please, 'tis time to go up
Because otherwise I am fucked
Now that I've hodled through the night
Shaken off seems all the fright
The Chinese news let us dump so soon
They seem to have their own mission to moon
In 2020 they will arrive there
Whether it will be our moon? Well, I don't care
Their officials may play well with their farce
But by 2020 we will already be on Mars
So bitcoin please, 'tis time to choo
please double anytime I'm on the loo
One more "0" at the end of the number
Would give me a really peaceful slumber
--> Poetry made in Germany, the nation of poets and philosophers - and some bitcoin nutters