Diamonds [ Hade's Delight] Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Your viewpoint, on them, is defined as being low, its host always to be, banishing, showing this hatred, by your set views, astonishing, casting them out from any happiness, simply vanishing; ends their put thought with its full truth.

Your twisted imagination, about those beings low, heated, grips the mind, cooking a life of lies, hooking victims, conveys told wonders, seeing everyone as bad, down gleaming, not like him; they look instead: more like monsters.

A precious gemstone, holds many illustrated colors, variations, motion in turns sparkling, it's all, they are to you, gasps their breath potion, its glow; to twinkle: action in others.

The soul there is within, set in stillness, gleam to you, is elegance, precisely placed beam, aims, back upon you, boomeranged, posted on a Heaven wall; a team: promenade.

No need for words that speak about it, already they have been spoken, it decorates the solid palace, making its host very weak, brighter, red; the building warming up a new home: there is a leak underneath.

Destiny, this fallen angel, you are, out of heaven, now in the Underworld, living in a haven, viewing host death, given you this strange delight, craven of men; him: as diamonds.