Unusual Times - Some-of-Old

[Written'down short-chant from the plagued populace]

O, O, No-Brother No-one,
Set thourself ajou-ourney
Through droo-oolin' paths
You cre-eate me
Out of spit, out of spite,
Out of some bra'ken branch
You make me jo-o-(i)oin thee.

This some-of-old is awaying m'soul
This some-of-old is making me storying
Of Unbei-einged gods fro-om old ti-ime's attic
And Y long for a drop of meanin'

O, O, No-Brother No-one,
Set ourselves ajou-ourney
Disappear me in a pond
Make me un-ynked from parchments an' tales
Make me gone, make me done, make me none.

This some-of-old is awaying m'self
This some-of-old is unma-aking me
This some-of-it is all Y would ask for
But Y'm left with-a-thyrst for meanin'