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The Last Clutch
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Ten clicks of chitin, shadows dressed in red,
From the deepest pits of Bladebite, left a trail of butchered dead.
I saw young Ant go rigid, felt his mandibles go tight,
He whispered, "Sparrow-kin... that's my people... twisted by the blight."
HEY! The Red Ten in the night!
HO! Gonna give 'em one hell of a fight!
HEY! You don't fuck with my whole clutch!
HO! Your empty souls ain't worth that much!
Kortha's axe was screamin', a whirlwind built of hate,
Jaurick put a round right through a butcher's armored plate.
But Ant was somethin' different, a storm of righteous dread,
Fightin' for the future that they'd stolen from his dead.
He moved with silent fury, a purpose sharp and grim,
And every soul in this whole crew was there to cover him.
Cass spoke a word to the shadows, made their own damn courage drain,
Archie laughed and lit the match, brought the dragon's hurricane.
The Red Ten thought they had us, another stain upon their name,
But you don't bring a knife to a goddamn sorcerous flame.
HEY! The Red Ten in the night!
HO! Gonna give 'em one hell of a fight!
HEY! You don't fuck with my whole clutch!
HO! Your empty souls ain't worth that much!
He stumbled back, a psychic scream that no one else could hear,
Said, "Rain, I see a brand inside... behind their manufactured fear."
"They're not just hired killers, not just following a sign..."
"They serve The Hollow Veil... and that bloodline... it's still mine."
"The eggs... the clutches that they stole... from the nurseries back home..."
"They're not raising them... they're not flesh... they're not bone..."
Ant fell down to his knees and screamed, "They're drinking down the young!"
"The psychic strength, the future, from a song that's never been sung!"
The vials on their belts that give 'em power, give 'em sight!
"IT'S THE FUCKING GENOCIDE OF MY PEOPLE'S FADING LIGHT!"