(Sung by Gravescratch, who, in Steven Universe land, is a custom-made weapon, capable of shattering gems with his teeth, swallowing them, and digesting the remains. He has proven this, but is not a cannibalistic mass murderer, he’s lying for that bit.)

You take all that you want and say, “they would have died
out anyway”

And while that cruelty may be true, selection isn’t up to
you,

Life and death and love and hate, and all and more that’s up
to Fate,

And I don’t recall you weaving any strings.

You build your world on the backs of pain, snuff trees and
clouds and dry the rain,

Order death and ruin by fiend and bruin,

But nothing’s really yours
to make anew, nothing but you,

Really now, who gave you the right?

Who came to you and said, “good news! You don’t have to be
in another’s shoes!”

Who told you no one mattered but you? Who told you it was
true?

Who came down from the heavens above, or crawled up from
places empty of love,

To claim that you were
all that mattered?

Who in reality told the four of you-

Oh right!

It’s just three now, one’s dead and gone,

And I must say that I don’t see the wrong.

Why not two, or one? Why not straight-up none? What useful thing have you ever done?

You say order kept, no, more like fear, hurting, twisting anyone near,

Raising soldiers, armies, vast legions, to die for your whims and to take new
regions,

So many more would be alive
if not for you, just can’t deny it’s true,

So what would happen if I took you down?

Oh, come on now, my Diamonds,

Sweet, illustrious, arrogant Diamonds,

So brilliant and proper and sublime and-

Oh, dare I say it, delicious?

I can’t say for true, I really don’t know, so I’ll ask all
of you,

What do you think you would taste like to me, My Clarity?

I’ve tried Rubies of carmine and Jaspers and more, all
shattered and sharp in bright brilliant gore,

Some you know of, and so many more, just couldn’t stop at
the first tasty four,

But I’ve never tasted Diamonds,

Pearls and Emeralds and Topaz, sampled the flavors that each
new one has,

And I’ve never regretted it once, not ever, not from that first deliciousness crunch,

Such variety!

Oh, I’ve had a full platter, but what does it matter,

If I’ve never tasted Diamonds?

I could,  you know, after all-

Your scientists built me to do it,

And that is the truth as truest

As they come, but oh, my Diamonds,

My shining, my lovely, my so tempting Diamonds,

Is that fear I see
in you? Could it be true?

I thought a Diamond was said to be, as perfect and shining
as perfect could be,

Certainly fearless, regretless the same, perfect queens in
the galaxy’s game,

A paragon shimmering light and reason, other ideas all
nothing but treason,

But I suppose that’s all a lie, isn’t it?

Ah well, I knew already, but the scent of your fear is so heady,

And you just shouldn’t play with your food, it’s quite rude,

Especially- ah!

Aren’t we a terrible shot when afraid? Such a shame that for
you I was made,

To tear right down whatever you said, to come out ahead,

Against things more ferocious than you.

Well I have, and I won, and I left intact not even one,

And it seems you’re the next on my list, you won’t be missed,

And I’ll wager they’ll crown me a hero.

How will that look, oh what do you think, a headline
exposing the link,

‘Tween you and conspiracy, ended so horribly, and then there’s
me,

Wearing what’s left of you
as a crown, up on your thrones
and looking straight down,

At the planet rejoicing your doom, with me as your tomb,  

Having just learned how delicious
you are- with not even a scar.

I’ll take you apart and swallow you down, in bubbling acid
your shards will drown,

And I’ll take your
power, your rule,

Me, who you meant as a tool!

Oh, such tasty irony, 

But not as tasty as you all will be, 

So now before you locate me,

Let’s

Just

Take

A

Bite!