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Minecraft.

One day I sat to spawn in a map,
with generated terrain some hilly some flat.
A pixel game that has grown so fame,
for I am a 4-year veteran of Minecraft.
Breaking trees with bare knuckles,
crafting with no excruciating math,
it’s like a dream as multi is to players,
as single is to one, im gladder than glad, to be a veteran of Minecraft.

From the zombies I’ve slain
to the pigmen that died in vain,
the ghasts that spat fireballs
and the wither skeletons that’r myths
from an imaginary game,
the creepers that blew the kames
and the land we claimed.
Take a flight down Sweden with a cold fan,
feel the breeze,
play for hours,
leave your fingers so moist until their wet hands;

For you could listen to c418 all day.
cuddle with disc cat
while building a stone temple,
Defeat the
great dragon
and descend
into the wilderness once again,
ascend
from the caves find physics to bend,
Take another go and begin from the first pixel,
journey in a small tent.
Join my new world,
I have new plans,
fresh imagination,
plenty of lands
to start a clan,
join the community,
for it all lives in Minecraft.