To those still hypnotized by fantasy,
Euronomics has come to purchase fresh dreams.
Inventions created to bait your pockets dry,
Have died.
The slime of subprime hides true crimes.
A blank piece of paper,
Has more value than your last dime.
However...
Keep your delusions!
They are as priceless as worthless commodities.
But these times warned were not believed.
And those who sacrificed 'things' to breathe freely...
Can rest peacefully,
As those who snubbed them bleed!
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