The piglin boy
For adventure he longed
Waiting for the perfect moment
The piglin boy
With gold in hand
Fought with himself or well so more the voices
The voices of the piglin boys mind of who know where they must have come from longed for blood
The pain and the suffering was ended with a anvil from hundreds of feet
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2
1
*Crush*
And than he's back?
He's back?
There he stood with a broken little gold token that resembled a small man
Tossing it at them and running for dear life.
~max
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