i carry a crest of weight chest dense with general doom i awoke to find this as my vital state takes one to know one i chose the soul of a man and i m not the last pawn with a gun i am a force to be decreed broken from all that once enraptured me blind assassins from before become future presidents of the poor foundation there are those who say they know the several signs of solution those who claim this hard they prey they talk too much and seldom try i will be the last one to deny real proof with a gun