Why does everyone want to know about me?

"It was the creepers and the justification is killing me,
Blew down the killing isn't justified.
Arrows whizzing by, what happened to my son, I'm terrified! I tried all that I could to stay and fight!

As the undead lingered in my mind and the thought, families broken, getting bigger,
Life itself suspended, sorry my sweet baby, I wish I've been there.
Oh why was it that I wasn't dead?

I gazed out so long, boundless starlight.
Since the last blocks seen my son, lost sunshine monster!
Turn around, pick to the man behind the slaughter, that once forced evil mobs to yield!

Since you've this battle gone leave me slain,
I've been singing this stupid, call my name.
So better to take, the sanity of your mother, when I ruled the land!"

Ugh, fine. Leftist, He/him/any. Go Google me for more.

I'm currently chipping away at a mountain of diamond once a millennia. Otherwise, I'm busy doing things, stuff, and things

Earth? That's a terrible name for this so-called "rock"! Shouldn't it be called Oceania?