"I have a confession"

Unfortunately, I possess something that other trolls don't have: Patience. I can besiege a place for months or years non-stop, or lurk in the shadows for equally as long until they feel a false sense of security and let their guard down. And the best part is: Even knowing this, you are powerless to stop me from infiltrating any of your platforms unless you lock out newcomers forever and ever, until your userbase dwindles into thin air. For I have the gift of gab.

I am the terror who walks among nerrs.

The zalgo text pours, the silicon whirrs

Who cannot be predicted by any known means.

The armpits unwashed, the odor obscene

Despite past events they had yet to learn,

With cheese-stained attire, fat and big as a herd

That someone would show up with chins of three

And thwart their very being.