He stands where the money is.
He can afford it.
To walk over the rubble.
And turn towards his purpose.
Rejoicing in his mortal luck
Using the Earth as his service
But it has seen its dues
It must be paid with disturbance.

Plant countless coins.
Watch the greed resurface.
The inhabitants can protest,
Their idiosyncrasies of depletion
Inching towards the furnace
Trade your stocks, trade your conscience
Taste the red copper of the red lines
The fine hues of the coal mines
Go home to where home is
Forget the Earth's purpose

Choose who you want to worship
They'll tell you to cash it
Let them know your check is ready
Leave the rest to the masses.