Devil's Miners - To the Messiah

If i could, I’d veil the earth And keep it far without your view, I’d wrap its bulk and hide its shape. But that would be a waste of time. Your eyes are those that see the depths Of the deepest bluest seas. I look around and feel so grieved By what I see on mother Earth. Are these the beings you meant to save? Their steps have left the golden path. The congregation you so loved, Has had indeed a twisted turn: I see an alter, two men then, And then I see a priest clad in white, Hands stretched out in your name, For man and man to live as one: Blasphemy is their heritage From Pharisees of long ago. They’ve sold the rod you gave to them To guide your sheep to fields of green, And took instead their fill of gold, To get themselves more robes and gems. Are these the ones you left to lead? Their every deed profanes your name! The fragile brand you took from man Prattles much about her place. They top their men and bring discord. The rules you gave on modesty, Are just as right as purple skies. The sacredness of two as one Is all around the busy streets, And everyone can get a piece, Except, of course, their purse be dry. Our consciences are in our bags, We know no boundaries in our minds. I see a door, I see ten bolts, That veil landlords like refugees From those to whom all wealth belongs. The touch of gold, so smooth and good, Has bought the consciences of men, And turned us all into miners, Miners on the devil’s mine!