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As Bitcoiners, we are at sea, on this Bitcoin ship. The storms and waves are merciless.
We planned our destination before setting off. We left port knowing where we were heading, that we would need to pass the Sirens, and everyone on board knew it would be hard.
We have heard the tales from those that passed before us. To not perish in the rough waters. To not succumb you must resist the call of the Sirens who sing of alt seasons and riches.
Tie yourself to the mast of our ship if you must, put hurdles in your way to make it too much time and effort to do, but avoid the alts at all costs.
We planned our destination before setting off. We left port knowing where we were heading, that we would need to pass the Sirens, and everyone on board knew it would be hard.
We have heard the tales from those that passed before us. To not perish in the rough waters. To not succumb you must resist the call of the Sirens who sing of alt seasons and riches.
Tie yourself to the mast of our ship if you must, put hurdles in your way to make it too much time and effort to do, but avoid the alts at all costs.
this is class A WO poetry
https://www.citadel21.com/beware-the-siren-song
My body is ready! 
