level 11
钍岭珠塔以莲诺婷蓉君
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My fellow steadmen, we live in a sealthy theed, where richness yondseeks. But outwardly, woesomeness bestands--the darkness of ansens you'ren't going to want, or to see, of nowaday thread alehouses, the folkways of the heathen, they beclip us, notwithstanding that you may not underyet--after all the ead that we've inheld, but it's nothing like what's happening outside, beyond the hinderers of our timeline--the warehood, nowaday it became a groor mong of lakering, of unquenchfulness, of unfrith, of willful unsutterness.
You might ayencall that the thread alehouse as a place of wisemen and frith, with a great tomorrow that everyone forelooked--an unfolding of the greater good. But their hight never came true. Thread alehouses had already breeted, away from what it once become. The sealth of the Tokenly Times had passed away, for yearhundreds. All the wolder, all the happiness, all the frithe, from every other theeds, helping each other, even in times there was satches, they'd also yield under the framework of greater stightling. And now they're gone--not utterly although, for some of the theeds overlived today as well. But as for now, none of them could areach the shape as for the Tokenly--none of us. These are the ones left, in a sunderly way, on their own, like us. Big wyes won't broke anymore, and the overseer wields for nay--nothing weighty has the need of their husbandcraft. But all on their own, lesser awins outbroke unstoppingly--and are outbreaking right now. Being willfully tweenle, their latsome talking only unwrastens toward the worse, dragging more into their hellish wayset.
As I always say, don't mess with our thinkways. That's what we've been doing--keeping asunder, keeping unbefouled, keeping unknowingly, and unknown. But is that insooth the right way we were going? Does it step on the same way our great leedfrom Stealex-Fisher had stepped? Things belive unsettled. A shift on our outlook is needtharf, for a better steer, for the stalworthness against the darkness of warehood, instead of the kind of warding off from it. We are not weak, together we stand thirty feet fall. We have the fire that burns within. Have a troth that this topsyturviness would end one day, as what I wish--up from all the hore and addleness, hope will arise.
--By Steadlex Frizzle, February 12, 2023 (MC 2842.20)
I’ve lost track
of times I looked back--a happy face, a better place, without disgrace...
I try to think of when it was, what set if off,
Was it because I aimed too high,
Had too much greed?
I reached for things,
I didn’t need...
I don’t know when we’ll meet again;
The future’s blind, your fate and mine, intertwined...
A life as king, a step too far,
I burned too bright, a shooting star,
I paid the price, I failed the test,
For what it’s worth, I tried my best...
I’ve made mistakes,
And suffered heartaches,
But through it all, the rise and fall,
A life well lived, that’s what I’d say,
wish I could fight just one more day...
But I know I haven’t won,
When all is said and all is done.
In spite of all the pain it brings,
I wouldn’t change a single thing...
So be careful what you wish for, my friend,
Kingdoms often fall in the end.
Heed the words of those who are wise,
and with some luck, your kingdom may rise...
---摘自Minecraft歌曲 《Rising Kingdom》
2023年02月11日 18点02分
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You might ayencall that the thread alehouse as a place of wisemen and frith, with a great tomorrow that everyone forelooked--an unfolding of the greater good. But their hight never came true. Thread alehouses had already breeted, away from what it once become. The sealth of the Tokenly Times had passed away, for yearhundreds. All the wolder, all the happiness, all the frithe, from every other theeds, helping each other, even in times there was satches, they'd also yield under the framework of greater stightling. And now they're gone--not utterly although, for some of the theeds overlived today as well. But as for now, none of them could areach the shape as for the Tokenly--none of us. These are the ones left, in a sunderly way, on their own, like us. Big wyes won't broke anymore, and the overseer wields for nay--nothing weighty has the need of their husbandcraft. But all on their own, lesser awins outbroke unstoppingly--and are outbreaking right now. Being willfully tweenle, their latsome talking only unwrastens toward the worse, dragging more into their hellish wayset.
As I always say, don't mess with our thinkways. That's what we've been doing--keeping asunder, keeping unbefouled, keeping unknowingly, and unknown. But is that insooth the right way we were going? Does it step on the same way our great leedfrom Stealex-Fisher had stepped? Things belive unsettled. A shift on our outlook is needtharf, for a better steer, for the stalworthness against the darkness of warehood, instead of the kind of warding off from it. We are not weak, together we stand thirty feet fall. We have the fire that burns within. Have a troth that this topsyturviness would end one day, as what I wish--up from all the hore and addleness, hope will arise.
--By Steadlex Frizzle, February 12, 2023 (MC 2842.20)
I’ve lost track
of times I looked back--a happy face, a better place, without disgrace...
I try to think of when it was, what set if off,
Was it because I aimed too high,
Had too much greed?
I reached for things,
I didn’t need...
I don’t know when we’ll meet again;
The future’s blind, your fate and mine, intertwined...
A life as king, a step too far,
I burned too bright, a shooting star,
I paid the price, I failed the test,
For what it’s worth, I tried my best...
I’ve made mistakes,
And suffered heartaches,
But through it all, the rise and fall,
A life well lived, that’s what I’d say,
wish I could fight just one more day...
But I know I haven’t won,
When all is said and all is done.
In spite of all the pain it brings,
I wouldn’t change a single thing...
So be careful what you wish for, my friend,
Kingdoms often fall in the end.
Heed the words of those who are wise,
and with some luck, your kingdom may rise...
---摘自Minecraft歌曲 《Rising Kingdom》