Traitor testimony

Δημοσιεύσε Germany - Κοινωνική επικοινωνία και διασκέδαση - 24 Oct 2023 10:16 - 4

In the realm where pixels meet fantasy's embrace,
There lies a world, where gamers chase.
A Poetry of sekulla, a mini game's grand tale,
Where heroes rise, their spirits never frail.

Within this digital expanse, an admin commands,
A guiding hand, their power expands.
They shape the world, where avatars unite,
In guilds diverse, their future shining bright.

Admin, a beacon of generosity,
A soul who donates, with boundless empathy.
Gold flows like a river, hands extend in aid,
Spreading kindness like petals, emotions never fade.

Oh, sekulla, a realm where words find flight,
A symphony of letters, painting worlds so bright.
Mini game of dreams, where conquests become real,
Igniting hearts, awakening what they truly feel.

Admin, the orchestrator of this poetic dance,
Weaving narratives with skill and a poignant glance.
Guiding players, their dreams to unfold,
Empowering their spirits, as stories are told.

And guilds, like constellations in a cosmic plane,
Unwavering strength, through joy or pain.
Bound by camaraderie, like family they stand,
A tapestry of souls, forever hand in hand.

Amidst this tapestry, Romy shines,
A testament of giving, a spirit that defines.
For these digital realms are not built on code,
But the hearts of players, like stories bestowed.

So let us raise a toast, to sekulla's grand design,
To the poets who shape it, like stars that align.
May we continue to find solace, within its realm,
Forever inspired, may our souls overwhelm.

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