The heart of the lich
Is found in the place
Where strength is weakness
And weakness is strength.
Where age and knowledge
Mean less than bare blows
And the waking undead
Arent your only foes.
Where the air that you breath
Is a waking disease
And courage means nothing
To those you deceive.
Where the truth lies
On the tip of your tongue
But none can see past
The beast youve become.















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