In the quiet corners of the net,

A trap is set.

A job that looks so real,

A company that feels so true,

An invitation… “take the skills test.”

One click, one careless trust,

And coins slip away like water through open hands.

Far beyond unseen borders,

North Korean shadows count the stolen light.

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The market rises, Bitcoin blazes,

And with its glow, the tricksters gather.

Glittering promises scatter across the feed:

Free NFTs like falling stars,

Deepfake lips speaking lies with borrowed faces,

Mirrored websites that look like home

But open into cages.

On X, Telegram, or TikTok’s endless scroll,

Nets are cast wide,

For the dreamers,

The greedy and curious.

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And though the storms are fewer now,

Each one cuts deeper.

In a single year,

Just 184 blows stole $3.6 billion,

Precision strikes aimed at the richest vaults.

Ether, the jewel of the chain,

Remains the favoured prey.

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So remember this:

In the gold rush of the digital age,

The danger lies not only in the mines,

But in the mirages.

The brighter the coin, the darker the shadow.

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Pause before you click.

Guard your wallet like a secret flame.

Doubt the voices,

For even the trusted face

may be a mask.

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In this world,

It is not the bold who endure,

But the watchful,

The patient,

The ones who see through the shine.