Poor state of best things considered, probably

She can’t stop, the back and forth. Rainbow Dash knows that oxygen might make the heart blossom but she won't talk. It's not working, can’t be a good little trout. Killing things is not so hard. We have no need for a heart and let us tear down all the walls. She builds up to tear down, build her up to tear her down. Rainbow Dash had never known, she did not know how to be a pony. There was no such civilization, only another myth. They are never civilized. Raise the hatchet and strike the other down. No waiting. Don't let them get words in. This isn’t your house, it is mine. This is the hardest part, it can never be wrong.

Go along, no pretending, no complaining. Stop complaining. This is how it ends, this is how it will end, it will never end, we never learned how to end, the awfulness, there's nothing here but awfulness that can never be washed away, not even a stain. Pacing back and forth searching for the heart, she won't want to know, never want to know this part, can never know this part. Say my name and deny all the good you have done. Hold your breath until you hit the floor, eventually you'll get what you're asking for and it won't be nice, isn't that nice. Staining the soil there is no right here and she'll consume all the endbits. This is how it shall end in the beginning it stopped before it started it was always over.