Sell high, buy low
Spread: part of the scheme;
Cleverly devised algorithms..
Smart money gobbling the weak.
Greed makes them bleed.
But I wonder what happens,
When there's nothing left to trade..
With angry hordes to feed
When they can't buy it, when their in a squeeze?
When all the chaff has been blown away..
When what is precious, has its say...
Patience pays.
So hold on tight, for when the time comes -
Those that are holding, will have finally won.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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