The oldest server, from 2010 it came, With structures and history, still the same. Players leaving their mark, in every block they lay, Creating a world that will forever stay.
Legion of Anarchy, a server in decay, Once bustling with players, now in disarray. But a small community, still holds on tight, Rebuilding the ruins, in the dimming light.
Exploring the empty streets, feeling the kenopsia, A bittersweet feeling, a sense of nostalgia. In these abandoned servers, stories unfold, Of players long gone, but their tales still told.
So leap into the verse, with rhymes that ignite, Crafting Minecraft news, in the dimming light. Exploring the abandoned, the old, and the lost, In every pulsing line, let the truth take its cost.