His throne a pole and platform,
his subjects the accused
He doesn’t need an axe today,
a rope and lever fused
The crowd begins to gather,
the masses are not seen
His prey is all that matters,
his conscience always clean

All his victims fall
The noose their curtain call
Death brings him sanity
Dying is humanity
For the Gallows Majesty

His kingdom is the underworld,
a black hood his crown
Fear his faithful army,
for glory they are bound
He craves the pain and suffering,
your demise his only thought
Your fate he now has sealed,
smiling as you rot

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