When all was at a loss, and salt was at a high, The magnet showed up, to pull us to the sky. The hero we needed, but certainly don't deserve. Our prayers were answered, our calls were heard.
When darkness loomed, all feared the worst. Short sellers calling $1000, Bloomberg the hearse. "Bitcoin will never die", the magnet said to us, Load the ship with your salt, and I'll STILL carry it up.
Most laughed and snickered, as I posted my chart, $5,000 they said - HA!, Market Makers are too smart! They snorted and shorted, but soon felt the burn, As Arthur and my magnet, liquidated all that they've earned.
Bring me your tired, your weary and your rekt. I will lift you all, while the shield will protect. All looked up, and asked the magnet 'when moon?' The magnet looked down, and simply said 'soon.'
Magnet, hallowed be your name. Your magnetism come. Give us each day our daily bitcoin; and forgive us our trades, for we ourselves forgive everyone who is inept; and lead us not into bearishness.