My dear,

If your days are decayed by dimming darkness,
If your dreams are defined by dimes and dollars,
If your desires are devoted to devoid designs,
If your deeds are deformed by decadent demands,
If your decrees are draped by deceitful dresses,

Then my dear, you're dancing with the devil of dread,

Denounce this demon of doom,
Distill this dull deity,
Declare the Divine delinquent within you.

If you do so, then my dear you will be diamond.