Trident Gripping Fingers

The world , the enigma
the cold living
the desperation
the murderers
the stigma  .
Scum roam the roads
pursuing innocence in back ginnels
like slime ridden, contorted toads .
Evil minds are ticking
the devils trident gripping fingers
are clicking .
They shame the human race
hell harbours them a sordid place .
You wouldn't think a marble
of so much sea
could hold so many air breathing
parasitic fleas.
Lets send them to the abyss
with no solitary traces
you know we wouldn't miss
their smug
take the piss
community service
faces .
All this inbred
energy
that co exists
the world has a devil
he's in all human peril
and behind its insest .