Diamonds Are Forever

For every penny found, another diamond dropped,
A single spur of emotion, to let the world be rocked,
To find the breath in pantomime, motives are delayed,
For good for bad, for all that's mad, Diamonds are decayed.

For every spurt of blood, splashed across the sea,
For every little piece of me, forgetting to stop and breathe,
What once was found, now is lost,
Our society's dependence on having cost,
The small and subtle gesticulations we make,
Have led us all to be cheap, trite and fake.

For every penny found, another diamond made,
A single moment of frustration, to while the hours away,
Between God and man, we've found a hand to sever,
Money is our moment, and diamonds are forever. 

The End

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