It's happened before, it's happening again..
Fool's rush in to a rigged game.
Clever marketing, AI hype..
Come in suckers, she'll be right.
Growth markets build on gossip and cheer; led to the slaughter, without any fear..
But will it be different this time?
I see big money, bailing out; battening down before the storm..
The rich get richer, profiting off the poor. (or any fool that fell for the spell)
I see their smug faces: do they think they can escape?
Will it be different this time?
I guess we all can wait.
Or can we?
Time is of the essence: the market is a beast, and it's about to learn its lesson.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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