Our Rallies are Now Ended - A Shakespeareian poem

Our rallies now are ended. These bad traders
As I foretold you, had altcoins that
are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless forks of this source code
The cloud-high values, the grandoise phrases
The endless crashes, the exchanges as well
Yea all which we are used to, shall dissolve
And, like that insubstantial dollar faded
Leave not a peak behind. Stability will come
With stable bitcoin our savings safe
We will in fiat save no more!