Biblica Strategicalia || [d8] wip

P.A.N.E.M.I.T.E.S.

1. ¹Thou art the people of thy nation of Panem. ²Every person is unique, every person is special. ³No two alike. Panemites look at me and speak with words of confidence, ⁴you are special, you have eyes of copper, ⁵skin of subtle browns, and ⁶hair as rich as chocolate. ⁷There is no one like thyself, nor ever will there be someone like thyself. ⁸Thy people constantly change in the manners and actions, ⁹but one thing is certain, I am living in the present and ¹⁰I hope to be living in the future.

2. ¹During my sixteen year stay in district eight I have come to realize, ²this is how it was, this is how it is, this is how it always will be. ³They tell me that I must follow thy orders given unto me, ⁴whether they pertain to my beliefs or not. ⁵I beg for thy forgiveness whenever I mess up. ⁶I beg for thy forgiveness whenever I brake a rule. ⁷I beg for thy forgiveness whenever I don't follow orders from those above me. ⁸The life I am forced to live by revolves around one thing, a schedule ⁹Thy acts of creativeness are hereby shunned and ¹⁰they tell me to conform, but The Capitol contradicts their own laws, ¹¹everyone is different. ¹² I am different; you are different. Accept it. ¹³