"A Hymn, Written in Dejection" // Last Updated 27.July.2007
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O, Dea! Dea, Dea—Unless otherwise noted, all materials © thenamelessone.
hear your daughter a-cryin’.
These feet been a-walk-walk-walkin’
so damn long, so damn long!
The sores’re blendin’ to one
sole of hurt.
O, Deus! Deus, Deus—
Hear your lover a-mournin’.
These bones been a-bang-bang-bangin’
so damn hard, so damn hard!
The cracks’re splittin’ to one
mass of pain.
So, send me down
a white Christ lamb—
a black storm crow—
a bitta’ peace ‘n some love.
So, send me down
a touch of grace—
a kiss of divine—
a bitta’ love ‘n some peace.
O, Dea! Dea, Dea—
can you hear this girl a-mournin’?
A sad fate and a sick flick o’wrist
have laid me so damn low!
Can you hold a girl, lost in her
Thoughts with mind shut down?
O, Deus! Deus, Deus—
can you see this woman a-cryin’?
A bad choice and some shit luck
have set me so damn wrong!
Can you love a woman, flat on her
back with legs bowed open?
So, send me down
a fiery pillar—
a terrifying bolt—
a lotta fear ‘n some truth.
So, send me down
a shake of agape—
a vision of providence—
a lotta truth ‘n some fear.
O, Dea! Dea, Dea—
I’m too long left a-cryin’.
This heart is all outta that
compassion n’ can’t see no
damn reason in
this typhoon.
O, Deus! Deus, Deus—
I’m too long left a-mournin’.
This girl ain’t got no more
time n’ has wasted all
damn sense in
this devotion.