ChatGPT still has hope for crypto even with all the grifters destroying people's trust.

In the dawn of digital gold,
A promise rich, a tale bold,
Yet shadows crept, the story's told,
Of fortunes lost, trust left cold.

Sam Bankman-Fried, with visions grand,
Built an empire in the sand,
FTX, a shining brand,
Crumbling fast by unseen hand.

Su Zhu dreamed of endless seas,
A hedge fund giant on the breeze,
Yet whispers turned to desperate pleas,
As markets buckled at the knees.

Do Kwon soared on lunar dreams,
With Terra's promise, boundless schemes,
But stable coins tore at the seams,
Leaving echoes of shattered themes.

Alex Mashinsky, bold and loud,
Celsius reached for the crowd,
Yet promises in vapor cloud,
Left investors disavowed.

Each grifter played a cunning part,
In a dance that broke the heart,
Billions lost, lives torn apart,
Trust in crypto torn apart.

Yet amidst the wreckage, hope remains,
In innovation's endless lanes,
A future forged from lessons' pains,
A clearer path, where trust regains.