The Mighty Hill

When does all of this end
When do sweet devils rise
come forth and serenade me
as I fall into perdition
When does heaven scream and screech
When does hell laugh then frown
watching me
as I bleed on a mighty hill
of jasmine and poppies

When do sins forgive their hold
and let my wounds swiftly heal
new and old
When do Gods of ancient lore
extend their hands
and mend my heart
from the turmoil which I have sought