The Dead Villager, A Sonnet
Location
85043
United States
33° 25' 49.4508" N, 112° 12' 9.486" W
See map: Google Maps
In ones and zeros rampant 'cross the screen
In worlds askew concentric 'round this life-
we hold- their choices ours to pick and preen.
Their fate controlled by us; the driving strife
Their eyes commands by rodents, silver wreathed
To spare an entity, or with a knife
rob senseless with impunity; a sheath
with which our stats are buffed in red and white
is purchased with the blood of NPC's
Our armor built upon the blood-soaked land
we travel through the world, forever free
A sandbox grave we dig for all who stand
with drops and potions, farming our Exp.
In worlds askew concentric 'round this life-
we hold- their choices ours to pick and preen.
Their fate controlled by us; the driving strife
Their eyes commands by rodents, silver wreathed
To spare an entity, or with a knife
rob senseless with impunity; a sheath
with which our stats are buffed in red and white
is purchased with the blood of NPC's
Our armor built upon the blood-soaked land
we travel through the world, forever free
A sandbox grave we dig for all who stand
with drops and potions, farming our Exp.
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When we kill mobs in our video game
The truth? Murder by any other name.
The truth? Murder by any other name.