<u>Chase the Singed</u>


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    Let’s play us a game, I’ll laugh and you’ll chase.


    Psychological warfare, I’ll taunt your disgrace.


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    How’d that taste?


    As poison seeps into your lungs, you’re stuck in my trail.


    As I run round and round drop the goo then fling: You’re a snail.


    I’m the boot. Grind your health down for loot; as insanity potion makes your attacks a giggle.


    Driving you bonkers with this sick-mad fifth skill


    Bolder than bold, I’ll run through your team and you’ll chase. Until you all run out of breath


    So singularly pleased at causing my death


    But as I greyscreen all I’m typing is ‘Plz’


    Cause my team’s at the dragon, call me the Singed police.