[Witty]

The gallows send shivers, from my head to my feet
The frozen frame, chilling, standing dead in the street
Many a men has stepped within, just to end in defeat
In plain view of family and friends as they weep
It makes mice of men, causing a menace to squeak
It's physique is immense and lends it mystique
When the son has lied, this beast defeats his mother's pride
The gates of hell, where the deceased can reach the other side
Demons await on it's step, with the sharp sickle swinging
Career criminal's doom, where the sharks sink from swimming.

I almost met my fate already, I was supposed to choke
But my appeal team came through and postponed the rope
I don't recall my crime, and papers defining it are hard to find
And still to this day, my freedom is reliant on the smartest mind
I hate that feeling of dread that fills me when they draw the line
I feel like they created a game from me, to play in the rain
I was born to die, any attempt to delay is in vain
Why do they mock me, making me wait for my fate, and relief
When I finally go, and my bitter last moments give way to the grief
They play god with my final days, guess work with my demise
Yet the person trying to save me, is the person I despise
His ego expects victory, but his history predicts failure
I wish he'd just quit, free me from the cell of this sick jailer
The man who puts my head in the rope, pulling it tight
His opponent his failing, just another fool in a fight
The hangman serves the day, but is the ruler of night
And when your losing your life...
His face is blank..all emotion removed from his sight.

The wind picks up, I look down to my children's eyes
Natalie is strong as always, but little baby Dillon cries
Confusion reigns in his face, as I struggle through the strain
Say sorry I couldn't hug him, tell him I love him through the rain
I tell my daughter she needs strength, a warrior's persistence
Take care of her family, and lead a glorious existence
My wife can barely look in my gray and sullen face
I talk a silent speech to God, for her I pray for sun and grace
Give her everything she wants, and maybe love's embrace
Never let her be lonely, give her someone saintly...someone chaste
Pure, like her soul, to take great joy in the midst of her aura
Let them journey, visit the corner of earth, witness auroras
Just give her, her peace, let her keep it through losing her man
Please...
When you map her fate...
Please be considerate when choosing your plan.

The games are almost complete, no more appeals or delays
I stare over the crowds, in to the fields, in a daze
I'm ready to go, and put an end to this show
Will I burn in hell, or be reborn with a heavenly glow?
I face death with a warriors soul, that I'm proud to give
Just one more letter to go...

...Wait

He guessed the letter, got the word as a whole.

I'm allowed to live!