Threads are unconcatenated
Many timelines fly by, agitated
Find signs at the latest
They’re getting rolled’en bent
Changes making merry with the soul of friends
Know that you can never go home again
Titans battle in the past
And we float upon the ichor of their last wound
Bifurcate the path
For every mare who’s lying dead and dormant
There’s another configuration who’s life was never shortened - important
Nowadays there’s been too many breaks
There’s a little room to steer but you won’t notice any brakes
Some lurking with the ghosts of other worlds
Soon most discover world swirl
Choke and mutter words, hurl - ocean of an Earth plural
And mares are archipelagos
Music of the spheres tremolo
No one got developed notes, and what we need’s a
Timeline timetable timely with the right terms
Time turned battlefield, Time Turner might turn

Pockets of rebellion
Huddle in the trees, tryna talk is overwhelming
Facepaint, always gotta listen for the beetle wings
Sleeping by the fire, hear the chuckle of an evil queen
She only gotta make you trust once
Turning into loved ones, calling names
But her voice fake with not enough love
False alarm, friends clutch blood
Need to bust up,
Wartime’s coming both sides are in a bug-hunt
The stars never leave
A tyranny of night in your heart and your dreams
The dark forest state of mind works
So the Everfree is stretching cross the earth
With her heavens all perverse
Dark forms prowling in the dim
Is it shrieking or the howling of the wind?
Then they’re growling and you’re grim.
Crouching with the pounding of the vim
Echolocators scouting for your skin
Then the wings and all you see’s black
We can outlast him
Empathizing with him, you can get your crown smashed in
Keep on toiling for the war effort, perform better
They’ll be over with the score settled, award treasure
Each taken from the bodies of deceased
Ever carving up the meat, crystal sparkle in defeat
Gem ponies follow Sombra and extinct
Or remaining in the cold where they can grovel to a king
(sigh) Roll the dice again.
Unleashed, raving, ranting enough
Checkerboard underneath, cotton candy above
Princesses back below, thousand years finished
When the king returns, only know who disappeared quickest
A wasteland covered up in sand
Where the winds howl, summoned on demand
So to humble an enchanter
Brutalist design type due to hit the timeline
This is how the world ends, move it from the limelight