Deafening the Fools Remorse
Will a broken dawn rise for your regret ,
Soothsay a fool as he dupes the stooge,
Just as clouds lay tracks formed from his jest,
Your steadfast mercy can't rid it from you,
I see a tempest brewing from the sky,
My cellar door is open once amore,
The most rugged of bones escape the eye,
To become as one with the love of law,
So lock yourself inside a cell of fear
a key shall turn inside your wanton mind
Spit in the face of fate I dare you hear
Now reap what you have sewn with bitter lies
You are a soldier of your last ideal,
now before the wrath of it you must kneel.
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