By Emmit Other
War is coming
And it has been brought
For it was definitely not asked for
And America is now in the crucible
The timelines have split
But not how you think
In the seemingly better timeline
They kick the can down the road
Again and again
Likely to their death
Our timeline has a clearer choice
We will choose to drill baby drill
And rockets to mars
And roll the dice
On the thinnest one in a trillion timeline
Where everything goes right
And we scatter to the stars
Or we wake up
And find something in ourselves that went away
In our prosperity
A fire for true liberty
For true freedom
And free ourselves
From the chains of the dollar
Either way the yoke is cut
One is death with death and death on death
A thousand different ways
And one sliver of galactic ambition
Assuming the aliens dont kill us first
The other is the oblitaration of the dollar
But doesnt replace it
With a yoke of bitcoin
Instead
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