Threat 1

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    Fill your fears with images of me

    Remember my eyes staring you to ribbons

    Cut by my glare that sees far into the future,

    Why, eyes this sharp can only belong to psychos

    Worship my gaze, say hello to the void

    I am beat only with golden spirits

    But lo, none of you are them

    And when there is no greater monster, I consume

    ide your teeth, they!ll bleed

    "y tongue was poison before you could use yours

    #at spi$es to prepare% nothing will cut as dull as your blades

    And my s$in has been hardened by standing in the sun

    And wea$lings li$e you, who have never $nown pain

    &hall $now what I $now

    'nce your chee$s hit the gravel

    And your tears (ll the clouds