The Fiat Slayer's Creed It's not merely wise to use Bitcoin true, Not just prudent to see what fiat can't do— It's imperative, urgent, a call to the soul, To reject broken money, to seek what is whole. But more than just logic, more than the charts, More than the white papers, the technical parts— There's a fire required, a conviction that burns, A maximalist faith as the old system churns. For half-hearted holders will falter and fold, When volatility strikes and the winters grow cold, When the suits spread their FUD and the headlines deceive, Only those with deep faith will refuse to leave. So stack with conviction, not gambling or greed, Plant maximalist roots like a strong, growing seed, For fiat's a demon that preys on the weak— And only the faithful, the slayers, shall speak The truth that will echo through Uganda and far: Sound money's not coming—sound money's here, starred In blocks, in Lightning, in code we can trust, While fiat keeps crumbling to inflationary dust. Be fierce in your mission, let no one dissuade, For the Fiat Slayer was born, not just made.