Gangstalker’s Grin

Putting people down as a game

Stalking with official cover

A cult of dropping in

A mob that drives to where you are

Just to signal their stalking 

A group secret is easy to keep

No one gains by telling it

Everyone loses when it’s told

You’re pitiful to believe it ever happens

All who expose it are just insane

You think evil takes a mask

A sword, a grabbing hand

They say so too

Knowing where you’re going 

And told where they should appear 

It’s a game to them

It’s a bully to you

They’ve got a lesson to teach you

That someone doesn’t like you

But that’s not true

It’s a game to them

They have a message 

It has no instructions 

Just that they stalk you

And they won’t get caught

When devils look like regular people 

They get dispatches from the lead hate

Theatrics to perform

Just before they leave

Hate under the surface shows up

Drops a word that it knows you

And reveals gangstalker’s grin

Its smile at the end

After they spook you.

That’s gangstalker’s grin