BsvGodfather ·
The truth lives deep in the digital signatures,
Your chain’s contaminated now — no longer pure in its ligatures.
One day you wake up, markets shaking like a quake in the night,
BTC comes crashing down hard — yeah, a brutal sight.
You rush to move your coins, but the network’s locked up tight,
’Cause everyone’s panicking, squeezing into one megabyte.
Mem pool screaming, fees rising, people frozen in fright,
Watching sats slip away as they pray for a byte of light.
Nodes start dropping, maxis coping, claiming “everything’s fine,”
But the truth is in the data — you can read it on-chain like a sign.
Economic gravity pulling hard, can’t escape its design,
When you starve a global ledger, all you get is decline.
Meanwhile I’m sat back laughing, blowing smoke in the air,
Watching small-block dreams crumble ’cause they just couldn’t scale or prepare.
Digital gold turned digital mold — a collectors-only affair,
While real utility’s thriving anywhere blocks can actually bear.