Guess a number, motherfuckers

    of the fiat davoisie,

from one to all the atoms in

    one billion galaxies,

and guess anew for ev'ry Soul

    that you intend to ruin.

The Hero Cycle's spun again:   

BIP-39's the Boon.

Each Human Soul can quote the words

    of their own culture's songs,

repeat a bit the scripture of

    the Faith t'which they belong,

recite a movie line, a poem -

    some, Shakespeare and Sun Tzu -

and each can cite some blatant lie

    told to their face by you.

Of all the words each Soul recalls,

    the lyric and the lore,

a list of words is rather small

    that numbers twenty-four,

yet represents an atom in

    one billion galaxies - 

The Boon: a Key safeguarding each

    Soul's Life and Property.

The Bitcoin Blockchain is the Tree,

    Its Network is the Creek,

the beastly belly: one's first dip

    that winnows out the weak.

And we'll sit 'neath that Axis Tree

    to offer Boon to all,

“Your sword and shield: twenty-four words.

    Now, watch their empire fall.”

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