[Universe]

The Last Hangman

Every battle waged is war in hell, it's sad but I'm too old to tell
I can't follow in my own footsteps when I'm a shadow of my former self
Under a tragic and sordid spell, imagine what it takes to sort it out
I give you enough rope... You know the rest, even the hangman's born with doubts
All those words misspelled... Blank lines beneath with no letters in them
Everytime you'd guess wrong I'd have to add another limb in
Eventually the stickman was a victim, no loopholes involved
You think it's odd, I get it... But I was just doing my job
The uneducated and foolish dropped, others stay intact, no regrets
But they all broke a sweat, thinking they should've played tic tac toe instead
Yet every once in awhile they guessed correct, and the stickman lived
The game to you is my life.. I admit it felt good to give back his
I'm the Godfather of the guessing game, with still no kids to love yet
I made your life a tight rope walk, so better not kick the bucket
Your life hangs in the balance, don't question how much gas is still in the tank
Just vanish without a trace or pick a letter and fill in the blanks
Then just disappear into the rank and file, I hope you're sure of that win
Because every time I think I'm out... They pull me back in.

Now where was I?

Oh yes, let's begin...