God's finger is in Guatemala
Surrounded by the volcano deity's
own defiant torrent
It stood, alone, a beconing call to the misled, turn your face to the sky, be blinded
Those of you dead, are you frozen still lifeless in the tracks of your daily praise, blissful eternally
The overgrown black of el diablo is succumbing, the natural forces overcome
God's finger resides, where the water is tainted, overgrown by eden, forgotten by the smoking cinder reminder the memory lost in the ruins of the aztec dead burning, Torment.
