Cut the power

Cut the power!

I have eaten the flesh of a king and it tastes like a rare dragon like a spike almost like a cute little dragon.

The cupcakes watch the cupcakes who watch the cupcakes who watch the cupcakes forever and devour those too weak to stand up to the final exam of bakery.

Make the mind go boom and backwards says the typewriter of kills of flesh and night is golden and so is revenge of kippers in the fish and chips shops.

Then watch the ghost stars of fire and flesh and sausages.....of....meat and souls and Twilight.....that's my name....but why must it be losing in the poker of death.

Boring like a tree is bored by a drill who is bored by a red paint and blood company of ravens of a tower of chains and whips and red-hot-pokers.

Red hot like cracking fire together with water who is married to fire who is married to water like the night is married to the day who is married to the flesh king.

Then the world is devoted to by a dragon of wood who is serving the small bird of a eye of life and wood chips.....then the stirring of soup is a form of life.

So soup is life and so is computers then who are melted down and served to the homeless and who are typewriting in this world of fiction and are part of the fish cult.

Then the red cold green painting of faust is the angels and devils of death and people who are crazy all the time are nothing but hair on a back of a giant pony with spots.

Zebra's are striped like pyjamas and so they make them based on zebras who are working in a sweatshop with cake and fire and half-life for dog element of radios.

Kippers smell of fish oil which is used to grease ponies down in the great music track and soup of life which never ever stops playing and stirring in cooking pots.

Black is the colour of the void which is where everyone end up in after death who drink tea and eat lizard's tunes from music blasting from pony hypnosis music.

Jokes are nothing but a bad reflection of laugher and hell and heaven who is walking the dog of hunting and eating the skulls of the sinful in life.

The felling of life is when the creature of death takes over the world and life becomes a bad mockery of happiness and most ponies choose the ice cream over the salt.

Salt is when you want a sweeter deal on the game of life and you are too nervous to fold and give up your life as tribute so the salt melts the taste buds away.

The lie of happiness is when chains cut into your skin and yet you are proud in what you stand up in unaware that it is nothing more than a gnat in time's game.

Puzzles are nothing more than mere wastes of time which cannot be solved for the answer has already been given to you by the jackpot of luck and coins and addiction.

Hair is but a mere shedding of dead skin with the hair which prevents us from succumbing to death too early in a grand game of chess and death and gambling.

The zone of sleepiness is a grand trick in the eyes of time for it loves to trick the hourglass and waste that is so dear to people who are desperate for a turn of the hourglass of time and reversal.

The lure of magic is nothing more than a trick to make you think you did something yet it merely feeds you false information from your eyes and will make the world better for death.

Then the final day of life is when everything pays in their debt of sins and goodness for a chance for heaven or hell and it's the final gamble for souls who are already assured are deluding themselves.

The last roll of the dice will have one eye of mystery and five false numbers to mislead you to who is the good guy in all of the elaborate final games of change and chess.

The phone calls of death will ring for everypony and everything and it will help set the stage of judgement of souls and the phone calls and ringing will only stop when life loses in a game of poker.

The dice is nothing more than a losing game which is rigged one one true little eye and five little false eyes glaring back at you and befuddling your eyes with lies for the lord of gambling plans to lie to you about luck.

Cards are see-though and pair them up like a magician can work miracles with cards and it's time to cut the deck with heaven and hell and will you pick the wrong numbers or the right ones.

The sands of fate will rewind endlessly and will one day run out and will start over and over again and will wrap reality itself to prevent people changing fates by a stroke of luck is what you will need.

The king of twists and fate decides who is to live and who is to die at the hands of the great lottery which is endless and selfish and ever growing as the total of the earth is growing and it only gets ever grander and ever grander.

The dirt of the farm has been picked and worn by the worms of the earth as well as the birds in the sky and the fish in the seas all know their place in nature and follow the cycle of life.

The light of caves is nothing more than a light showing the way in or out of the cave and can mislead as well as the darkness can lead someone to safety so can the light lead someone to dangerous places.

The snakes that gnaw at the roots of the earth huddle the darkness and exposing them to light will harm them beyond their strength to regenerate being chopped in half or hurt in any way so show them light and it all will be fine.

The foxes that steal the lambs from sheep and the crows that peck out the eyes along with the tongues are working together to survive in there own unethical way at least to humans.

Foxes and deer that are ruining the cycle of life are nothing more than pests and should be shot in order to restore nature again and the deer skull should be put in the Highland show and maybe win a prize for the hunter.

The eyes are nothing more than a mere window into the soul from which is made to serve the brain and the body.

The grease of the hair is slippery and wet looking while the grease of the car is oily looking and is used to get cars running. Elbow grease is hard work personified.

The fishing of a fish is great fun and as the fish wiggles and squirms hoping to escape for an another day the fishers laugh and enjoy the game of fishing for it is great fun!

When Professer Snape does not make his motives clear distrust and doubt spread. Just like when Pinkie Pie was trying to hold off the Paraspite invasion using sound and her friends did not listen to her because she did not explain.