Crafting a pickaxe to smash the meteorite,
Watching cultist below the moon doing the rite,
Being watched by a sinister eye,
A starfury sword waiting high in the sky.
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There's much to find down in the ground,
Things wating to be found,
From chest to ore, even more,
zombies knocking on your door,
Dont wait until the night,
There are dangers ready to give a fight,
Secrets and treasures hidden to the sight,
you must explore and set a light.
In a world of crafting,
nothing is everlasting,
everything can be improved,
what not can be removed
removed,
Now find your way,
Make a house on clay,
See the moon coming out,
That is what is all about