You are never and it is empty

It’s a sunny day in heaven. It doesn’t rain and there is no love. It’s the best part. She never wanted this. Celestia and the phoenix. Is not she alive. It’s over. But it will never end. Babbling ponies. They leak from both ends. She has the bird. The phoenix. Both immortal, together forever. Poor company. Eternity with nothing but a bird. Sure got her feathers burned. Gave her best to the decay. Can’t be helped. Can’t be helped. Nothing to it. This is awful. She’ll kill them all. There is no such thing as justice. All the best we can do is nothing. Little nothing. Not ever. Celestia is fucking profound. Celestia is forever and she is nothing. All her words are ugly. It really isn’t interesting. No one actually wants a fucking martyr.

I wouldn’t die for you. Look to the dirt. Grasp the bitter gray. Celestia has forever and it is empty. The bird, the phoenix. The little ponies. Kept company and friends. Generally recognized as waste of time. But she has all the time. To waste. And while she laughs. She must admit eternity isn’t the hitch. Only incidental. A prolonged scab. Life at any length unacceptable. Give a poetic description of blood. Among the first to rid the heart. Little progressions pass the cycle. Threw that out as well. Never a hint of truth. All worn away. Even before her arrival. She broke the best of them. Little fun bears the cycle. Let’s heighten your allure. There is no sun in heaven.

Too little too late. Celestia goes on. Eternity set in her eyes. Such as an unwashed butt. It’s true she wanted them dead. Why not. Why bother bothering. No getting through to any of them. She only sees them cry. Pouring out their dumb skulls. They don’t know if to go forward. If to keep company. It is Not a life decision. There is no company. She’ll pay all the hidden costs. Doesn’t matter if you want it. No fate, a small consolation. She’ll curse at the children. Teach them their lessons. Celestia is a good teacher. No children. Not here, not ever. No one watching anyhow. Let her add in another fucking swear. Why. For old time’s sake. She doesn’t care about the old times. It is something to do. Poor company. Can’t be helped, she has the bird. No picking sides. Burn the feathers. She’ll burn it all. Fine repetition. Always in the wrong ways. She never met a pretty pony. She wasn’t really doing any favors. Throw it all in. You’re not charming, not witty. Celestia sears all. All the light is good for. She knows no darkness. No wrong. This is still awful. There is nothing. There is nothing not awful. There is nothing good. Celestia has no good. Let her die please. There is no death. Not for the best. No god for the gods. If to keep company. Have a faithful student. She killed the bird, nothing dies. They all gave up. Only incidental. Ever death. Isn’t that the beauty of life. No. Well, she’ll make it so. Celestia has never and it is empty. Keep that way. Absent to the end.