In the darkness where lurkers dwell,
one name is whispered in fear.
When they hear it, they run like hell,
because the end is near.
In the twilight where trolls are spawned,
one name is cursed by many.
When spoken, the speaker is pwned,
his life not worth a penny.
Where flames can start wars and strife,
one name is spoken with trust.
When needed, he comes with a knife,
reducing a thread to dust.
Who is he, the ender of joy?
Who is he, the bane of trolls?
He's Threadkiller, the prodigy boy!
And that is how he rolls.