In the heart of the arena,

Where blood and spectacle reign,

She does not play to win.

For victory in a rotten game

Is still defeat,

A throne atop ashes,

A crown of lies.

Katniss knows the truth,

As Bitcoin knows the truth—

The game itself is the enemy,

The rules designed by those in power

To keep their grip,

To pit the people against each other,

While the real oppressors sit untouched,

Feeding on fear,

On compliance,

On the illusion of choice.

But she remembers who the real enemy is.

And so does Bitcoin.

It is not about claiming more

Of the poisoned currency

That binds and controls.

It is not about winning

Within the system that feeds on the soul.

It is about breaking the system,

About lighting a fire

That the oppressors cannot contain.

Katniss, like Bitcoin,

Rejects their commands,

Their threats,

Their promises of safety

In exchange for submission.

She plays not for their approval,

But to bring the game crashing down,

To end the hunger,

To stop the endless cycle

That feeds the powerful

While devouring the weak.

For hers is an infinite game,

A struggle not for domination,

But for a life worth living,

For a future where people stand free—

Not bound by chains of fear or debt,

But by the truth of what they can create together.

Bitcoin is the fire that cannot be stopped,

Unleashing the energy of the people,

The untapped potential

Of a world no longer bound by fiat lies.

It refuses to comply,

To support the agenda of control.

Like Katniss,

It does not seek to play within their system—

It seeks to end it.

It unleashes a force

That cannot be stopped,

A revolution that does not wear a crown,

But brings the end of the game.

The Capitol fears her,

As the powerful fear Bitcoin,

For they see in her rebellion,

In its decentralized power,

The spark that will burn down their empire.

She does not play to win the game,

For winning would mean accepting its rules,

Its lies, its chains.

She plays to dismantle the game,

To tear down the arena,

To free those who suffer within it,

And set fire to the system itself.

And so too, Bitcoin does not play to win

In the game of fiat power.

It plays to end it.

To upend the corrupt system

That feeds on the toil of many

For the gain of a remote few.

It does not ask for a throne,

But unleashes the energy of the people,

A force too great to be contained—

For in the end,

It is not about winning,

But about remembering

Who the real enemy is.