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

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

Your twisted imagination, about those other beings, grips the heated mind, cooking a life of lies, hooking victims, conveying told wonders, seeing everyone in a viewpoint as bad, down gleaming them, not like him who is proud; they look instead, more like monsters.

They are a precious gemstone, holding many illustrated colors, displayed in variations, in turns sparkling, suffering all, stating what they are to you, gasping their breath ending that notion, glowing with delight; by twinkle: action on others.

The soul is there within, set in stillness, gleams to you, set elegance, aims at a precisely placed beam, reflects 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, decorates it the solid palace, making its captives very weak, brighter, red; building a flame warming up a new home: having no leak underneath.

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