About Me

When even zombies turn their faces to the sky
to hark the herald angel's anguished cry
behold the son of man they see
but the one they see does not see me.

The beast that dreams beneath the sea,
who waits for fate - a time release.
The Dharma break. The day I come.
The soul forsake. The blood to run.

Only waiting for day one. When sheep,

blood-drenched to quench the cud
will wake and run, the beast to come
will not rest until sated
on the last breath of fated men.
I will feast on you. Amen


My modded survival journal - Dulcified in a Hostile World

With all my configs, modlists with links, version numbers, etc.

Location Australia

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Minecraft Dulciphi