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.