Lab Grown

I've heard somewhere there stands a cathedral with panes of Selenite 
But I have seen Vermeil Glass aglow with such a light

Someone once told me nothing nothing beats a Diamond's strength and might
But scientists made stronger stuff from tape pressed on Graphite

And speaking still of Diamonds, of whose price has never fell,
Except to Padparascha Sapphires, Yttrium, and Spinel

The sheen and shine of mica is wanted for its electroconductive gleam,
Until formica ushered in a plastic-coated dream 

The value of these objects has been lessened over time
As God made things in his image 
We learned to trace his crude outline

And when someday this place is bled of the consciousness of Us
There will stand no more a living soul to tell the Diamonds from the Dust