Oh, the I remember the good old times,
When the fights weren't about girls; about rhymes.
A good old rhyme battle between friends,
Where mere strangers became friends,
(Did I just rhyme friends with friends?
Surely I didn't, here, Ill make amense.)
And you could tie up all those loose ends.
I see this thread was created,
even though my posting here was belated.
I wish to wish you luck in your thread
Although I fear most people are in bed.
Ohk, I will stop posting now,
Don't worry, don't have a cow.
I'll hopefully be back soon,
as I am a hopeless rhyming goon.
There was a man with a gun
Another owned and controlled the sun
They had a fight, but who won?
The gun made the other's head gone
And when the sun gone, no single light was one
All was frozen in the bone
All died, so all groaned
A zombie invasion grown
To conquer the cities of the last known
Now the zombies rule us all
Our civilization will fall
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A man can only understand the worth of his present for all eternity once he gets to see his future and past just once.
I mine a gold block with wooden pick no problem
diamonds in my cave, piston trap puzzles, I solve them
red stone on the ground, note blocks making sound
I build a train station, to a roller coaster in town
if I want trees I plant them, creepers blow my house. full tantrum.
zombies come out at night and I use up all my meat
but I still need mushroom soup, cause creepers gonna creep.