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Liches, liches,
you dirty b****es.
Everytime we meet,
my sword arm itches.
I love to kill you,
I love to try.
Most of the time,
I usually die.
Seems I am not quite as strong,
as needed when trying to take you on.
Time stop gets the best of me,
no matter how hard I try to break free.
I guess i'll have to go away,
and try again another day.
Hopefully soon I'll find the fix,
to kill you dirty b***h of a lich
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