[Ditherer]
Come back to Equestria, I’m something big,
Tackle Miss Celestia with unctiousness, cut the shit
Humming kid walking through the palace and the screams
And the witch doctors dancing now to balance the disease
That I’m spreading, in the absence of a king
All the marks up on my arms will keep you kowtowing to me - Hour of the Beast
Get it right, me and all my asshole fanatics
Gonna make the city sanguine and apophlegmatic
And they’re sending for the Mane 6, the last call for action
Take the elements and break gems and blast off the magic
Too bad I got some talents for combat
And when I meet their challenge they’re gone fast for comrades
Trying to escape in the night
Too bad I got a talent specializing in flight
Too bad I got a talent now in bioengineering
So once my genes get deep into the water I can hear them.

I’m not done.

Clocks run backwards when I say it.
The kid who sets the passwords in the Matrix.
I’m blastin out the fakeness, blacking out the mages
And passing out replacements.

Hear fillies scream in dead languages,
Lachrymator destiny marks earned in anguishment
Pain is bliss, I had a plague and then I lost it
Watch the city die in four stages of the process
Like ponies wake up with glanders and gander
And banter and plan and try scanning for answers
But then they turn mean and nasty, start banding together
Then quit just as fast like they all dance on a feather
They wake up with the master ranks to join
While we’re working to a saturation point
Some of them go nuts and try to they lacerate your boy
But with magic in the air what’s passed away rejoins
I’m still working on the pungent smells
And now they grow a new horn on their head every hundred spells
Now they’re begging me to make them free subjects, well,
That shit’s an oxymoron, like public health

[Doodled]
Paint a poignant picture.
Feign indifference -
Say the city merit bedlam.
City set on fire with a shiver.
I depict it with tints -
All my limbs can deliver,
'Til I feel a new sensation -
A crude temptation.
Like booze and fate it's
A rude fixation -
Mental cessation.
Must prove I have patience.
(No time for complacence,
It's time that you sate it!)
No! Stop! Leave me alone!
My hind and my id's got a mind of its own!
I'm bursting at the seams,
I think I've lost control.
It's a lurching dream;
Think I'm leaving my soul;
I've detached -
Gone and left my conscious zone.
Can see myself doing shit
I wouldn't call my own.
At my core feelin' shoddy -
How can I atone?
Knock my door like my body -
There's nobody home.

[Ditherer]
Forty days past my providing them the keys
The abandoned running rampant on survivors in the streets
Leave em diving into heat with a cypher kinda beat
And eliding all the writing, turn my life into a dream
That I’m walking through, smear contagion
A raw pone sawbones with zero patients
Revere no claimants of the climacterics
Just repeat the stamtents of equine hysterics
Leave all life embarrassed as it’s cut down, come loud
Counting my demerits in a bum lounge, spun round
Snap my damn fingers in abhorrence of the sun
And get a brand new mark in making morning never come
I been hoarding seventh sons for the mana
And use em to record as heaven drums the hosannas
Wondrous phantom, make infectious miasma
Giving all the needy ones some freebie injections of plasma

[Acarcion]
Figments of my imagination
Creations anticipating
And rearranging my thoughts
Talents from naught
A pox drought, sought
From a man named
Plague that walks
Death trots from behind
Villainous and trained
To make others want to bring pain
A conquest of lives
Ripe for taking
Wars work wonders
To preserve dark hungers
Only fed by each kill count
Equaling a tattoo of skilled amount
First victim
Killed by a homerun
Head done in once
Then twice to create
A second hearty plate
Popped his wife for third
Then punted the dog in reserve
To give my master
What he deserved
Next talent, next victim
A slim waitress or somethin’
Details hazey from berry rum
But she sure was berry fun
Got her so drunk
She could barely run
And by the time she was screaming
I was barely done
Specially tied to grape vines
For me to decide and provide
A way off this pony ride
She was a sprayer
In between her hips and throat slits
A real wet bitch
Then new talent
Made cleaning it no hitch
Observation was next
Made me realize I was
Not the only one blessed
By recent events
Each step plague walked
Made a following of monks
That killed and maimed
In dedication
To receive talents
So amazing
I seeked out these few
That saw the truth
But their devotion was lacking
They didn’t see my view
Thousands dying
We’d become gods
No lying
Standing above all
Them trying
To bring us down
To crash and fall
Only a step below the blesser
The first horseman of this apocalypse
Of pastel pony greatness
Or some shit
Who knew frilly gay colorful ponies
Could command a whole country
Into a state of purge
For the strong to diverge
And bring the hurt
And this is just the first
In a long list of curses
Proving humanity worthless
The next evolution
Carried by a Typhoid Mary

[Ditherer]
Now we can grow up, see how the mares grin
Pox has taken care of all the hideously bare skin
And animals are going too, soon we’ll get some
Marks up on our arms to break immortal truth
Find time, distance and death and unbind them
My mind’s eye isn’t a breath from fun violence
And rain doesn’t fall now, just dirtier moisture
One of my hundred eyes is out observing destroyers
As I come upon the last immune holdout with choice words
At this point I’m holy and the world is my cloister
So let’s knock it down, call harmony Pangaea
And tear it apart, errant heart leak like sangria
Breaking out of fate, marks will aid in our escape
Peep the multiverse, madponies make it out the gate
Doing what Nature should, multicolored pounds of flesh
Equestria’s a house of death, there goes the neighborhood