General Dome

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