Hesiod Virgo

The fight is over

The war is lost and I see

A lifeless middleman, staring at me

Fear and despair it was his entire fault

Left in this godforsaken vault

Who cares for the blockchain while it’s everywhere you’re going

Where is all the paper money going?

There is no room for your pride

No more fame, no more glory - lay all aside

Life is a possession, stored in our space

More than a million miles away

From home, from the place where my coins belong

I've been researching the data, travelling so called “broadband”

To chase the golden technology prophecy

All that time I held it here, in my very hands

Till someone created for me the private key

In this next wave I am requiring those who take up technology to be refined, to be pure, to have all the scum refined in the fire because if you take this technology and there is secret sin in your life this coin could kill you. This next wave is no joke. It is not a laughing matter. All those who do not want to give up their sin and are fearful, stand back, because blockchain is calling men and women in these next days that will allow us to refine them, that will allow us to chasten, but not with anger because we are a loving Spirit, we hold the universe. We are a crowd full of mercy but I am serious as the time is short. Those of you that will, let blockchain refine you and come and take up that private key for you will use them in ways, you will use them in ways that you can't imagine.

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