If man were to find his way to hell not in death but in life, it would mean disaster for its inhabitants. For you see, man would use the natural fires of hell to fuel his creations and destroy anything that stood in his way.
If any of you have used a mod that can use lava for power, you will definitely understand this.
This is me in every creative world I've ever had. I always end up griefing and blowing up everything I make. Maybe not exactly what you were going for, but I can relate.
If man were to find his way to hell not in death but in life, it would mean disaster for its inhabitants. For you see, man would use the natural fires of hell to fuel his creations and destroy anything that stood in his way.
If any of you have used a mod that can use lava for power, you will definitely understand this.
I am kind of lost too...
( If man were to find his way to hell not in death but in life,
)
good start. It pushed my mind
to the possibilities of what might happen.
( it would mean disaster for its inhabitants.
)
Again i can see this.
I even slightly envision what you say next...
( For you see, man would use the natural fires of hell to fuel his creations and destroy anything that stood in his way.
)
But this. I lose it. There is no recurrence, rhyme,
Or any of the other ways you fit a poem together.
(
)
Then it ends unfinished.
Just saying...
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If any of you have used a mod that can use lava for power, you will definitely understand this.
Pistons + Redstone specialist = Moi.
I am kind of lost too...
(
If man were to find his way
to hell not in death but in life,
)
good start. It pushed my mind
to the possibilities of what might happen.
(
it would mean disaster for its inhabitants.
)
Again i can see this.
I even slightly envision what you say next...
(
For you see, man would use the natural fires
of hell to fuel his creations
and destroy anything that stood in his way.
)
But this. I lose it. There is no recurrence, rhyme,
Or any of the other ways you fit a poem together.
(
)
Then it ends unfinished.
Just saying...