The diamond so rare the diamond it snares.
The diamond makes our hearts impaired.
Who would have thought a diamond was cruel like a winged beast sitting on his throne.
Watching the evil rise before his throne, watching the evil rise before his throne there it shone.
It wouldn’t surprise me if it came from his bosom.
The devil’s snare is evil to the heart.
But god’s mercy is true and right.
The escape of the devil’s evil might. Those who turn away from sin.
Will in god’s name live again.
The one who is evil and so foul.
Will burn in hell and rot for their being tainted.
Like a picture wrongly painted.
Who would have thought that the diamond was unclean?
So incredibly foul, cruel, and impure?
So divine in appearance but not secure.?
The troubled hearts of those who grieve.
Would look upon it in such greed.
Why should a diamond rot the heart?
When it is pure in color yet no or nay?
The color of cinnamon it takes.
Like the color of blood that was spilled for its possession.
Forever more we look upon it.
The sinful diamond hidden deep in a vault.
For men to look at it and halt.
Pondering if it will ever leave the vault.
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