you spawn in a world made of blocks
you live by your self and it rocks
you live in a house with lots of clocks
kill a skeleton with your sword
kill a zombie in a horde
kill a creeper with your cord
fight the nether with a feather
kill the ghast with a blast
fall in the the lava and lose your java(cakes)
join with your friend
fight to the end
win with a blend
you can do many things in this world made of blocks
but there is only one thing that doesn't rock.
its herobrine, that little fock
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