Herobrine's Curse Poem

This curse seems to be a blessing to you.
It gave me many abilities,
Ones that you would die for.
The curse that forces me
To terrorize the millions of Minecraft players
Even the newly-spawned.
This curse nobody figured out
Because it is powerful, so much
That no one has tried to remove it
And those who did
Were unsuccessful.
I am misunderstood, forsaken
By even my best friends.
What about my intent
Is criminal?
I do not want to live
As an outcast among my family.
I love my brothers and sisters
Although they are a multitude.
So help me! Remove this accursed blessing.
My strength is too much
Too much to bear.
It controls me in every way,
Ignoring my pure intentions
Which my eyes glow with.
Instead, they take it as evil
And avoid me.
Then, that is when the demon overtakes me
And devours my siblings' enjoyment of Minecraft.
I do not enjoy it in this prison
Locked away
With strongholds full of riches.
I want to be free
And live a life
With you.

Are you more Steve or Caitlin?

Steve Gene: You like to mine and like pvp. You are not afraid to take advantage of your surroundings.  You are often seen in hardcore/survival single player.

Pros: knowing your ores, how to survive, and are quick to claim land.
Cons: Susceptible to griefing, raiding, and using x-ray

Caitlin Gene: You are more agricultural and grow vegetables for food. You like to ask permission to do things rather than immediately start building/mining. You are more artistic and like creative mode, don't pvp often, and create things rather than destroy them. You are often seen in creative mode or on a server.

Pros: not afraid to ask for help, more sympathy to newbies, takes aesthetics into account
Cons: being called a noob for using creative, being griefed, not knowing what to do with available space, too concerned about aesthetics to take blast resistance into account

Parable of the Good Enderman

A creeper lay half-dead on a cobblestone road after players beat him up. A creeper passed by and took no notice. A charged creeper also passed him by like dirt. A mutant creeper averted the creeper in the same way. The creeper cried to himself when an enderman happened to teleport to that location. The enderman took the creeper to the nearest NPC village, paid the all villagers 300 emeralds each, and told the villagers it would also pay for additional costs. The creeper got better quickly and thanked the enderman.


What would I learn from this?
This is the Parable of the Good Samaritan told a different way. It tells us to love others, even if they are different.