We played, we tried

We laughed, we cried

We succeeded, we died

We respawned and thrived.

From the zombies to the endermen

From the skeletons to the pigmen

From spiders to creepers

And from those annoying griefers.

From the snow and the ice

The swamp was never too nice.

The moments with friends, we'll never forget

The thought of Herobrine, which gave us threat.

From the iconic animations to the Youtube sensations

And from the legendary incantations

To the unforgettable expressions.

I thank Mojang for making my childhood gold

Not just a piece of mould

These memories will never leave

Just like the thought of first time playing as Steve.

So close your eyes

And listen to the C418's music with surprise

As your Minecraft memories were once apart

But now can be fixed like a broken heart.

If you want to dive your memories core

Just login to Minecraft once more

Defeat the Ender Dragon one last time

And yourself shine.

I think, I am not alone here

When I say, Its not the game of year

It was started on two thousand nine (2009)

Still this game feels fine

The world is filled with motion

And this game is an emotion

We won't let this game to be fade

Because It is the game of the decade...

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"Obsidian is like men, they are tough but they can also cry"

(Meaning: In Real Life men are considered a strong and tough being but, this does not mean that they cannot cry. Which can be also expressed by 'Obsidian' of Minecraft. Which is a very hard block to mine, and obsidian has a different variant called 'Crying Obsidian', which indicates that, tough things can also cry)