Skrank’s Final Stream

We’re live, baby.

Who needs luck when you’ve got followers?

One little Wish and the whole world knew,

Every screen had a bird’s-eye view.

Four big yachts and nine whole wives,

Still fitting college into nine new lives.

Feathers looking fresh in the studio light,

Nine million people

hanging on tight.

Yesterday a kid with a camera and a dream,

Now the whole damn world was watching his stream.

Up, up, Skrank, put your name in the sky,

Spread those wings, let the numbers fly!

One more stunt, gotta give them it all—

Who’s gonna catch you when the big lights fall?

Going live, going large,

going king of it all,

Nine million watching— Who could ever let me fall?

Xavier smiled, had a pen in his hand:

“My sister loves you—she’s your biggest fan.” Skrank signed big with a

beautiful curl,

Another autograph for another girl.

Never read a word underneath his name,

Already looking at the next big game.

Somewhere a contract had just come due—

But the camera was rolling.

He had content to do.

“Two more cards! Come on,

what do you say?” His friends stepped back and let him play.

Red Bull on the stream,

deck in his hand— The luckiest bird in all the land.

Up, up, Skrank, put your name in the sky,

Spread those wings, let the numbers fly!

One more stunt, gotta give them it all—

Who’s gonna catch you when the big lights fall?

Going live, going large,

going king of it all,

Nine million watching— Who could ever let me fall?

First card: Ruin.

And the money went.

Four yachts gone—not a single cent.

Watched those beautiful numbers drain,

Hit refresh.

Hit refresh again.

Second card: Flames. Something at his back.

Steel went in and the room went black.

A fiend took hold,

then they disappeared— Not one viewer left to hear.

Twenty-five thousand followed his friend.

Guess somebody won before the end.

They wiped the blood and they left the room,

An empty chair in the monitor’s gloom.

His soul was claimed before that blade,

Passed on to Lance when the deal was made.

He wanted the world to remember his name—

Now nobody knew where he went after fame.

Down, down, Skrank, from the top of the sky,

No more numbers left to multiply.

One more stunt and he lost it all—

Nine million watching— Nobody saw him fall.

Going live, going dark,

no applause at all,

Nine million watching—

Nobody saw him fall.

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