A Nether, a Love

in throes of death we come alive conceived a commutation strapped to the sins of no other but us swords held taught bitten we bleed from ravenous jaws of long found lust saturated in a life's lost lesson/lessen thrust upon the fire burning amongst throats of (wo)man be damned be god-damned in the distance we run free be not it here for pleasure lies just past the edges of the sea where battles shall breed and we breath thru the crazy these darkened times ^ forged to her bosom, is the (l)on(e)ly thought upon his mind
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September 20, 2020 at 1:41 PM
Sounds like some kind of Hell to me. "The Nether can be a dangerous hellscape for ill-prepared players. It is filled with a host of exclusive mobs not found in the overworld: hostile ghasts, magma cubes, hoglins, piglins, and the neutral zombified piglin, and also one passive mob, the strider....".
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September 21, 2020 at 6:18 AM
Hell or high water...thanks V.S.A.M.
Labyrinth Avatar
September 20, 2020 at 9:03 PM
RED CIRCLE ALERT!! V.S.A.S. I'll let you find it. yours, not mine... :)
Goff Avatar
September 20, 2020 at 9:32 AM
A yin/yang I contemplate often TS...nice!
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September 21, 2020 at 6:18 AM
Thanks James
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