Equestrian Actualization

Twilight: In Time, a balance was struck

By Celestia's denial of Discord. Now her luck's

Run out; these lines aren't straight,

Everypony can't wait.

Celestia must save us all...

All Ponies: Final return to what was lost!

Now the clock's struck twelve,

And our Princess cannot

Save herself; guilt embossed...

Sunny: Upon that Alabaster plot!

Spectrospiritual imbalance

Spreads across the land!

To hollow dirges ponies dance,

Orchestrated by Harmony's hand!

Into veritable pandemics we

Fly, tortuously.

Equestria's lost to this scattered

Ghost of reality!

Survivors: How heavy the burden You

Bear? Did You care too

Much? Did our expectations

Take You right out of touch?

Without you, can we restore our nation?

Luna: In one fell swoop, the Wild Horses

Sundered bonds that held dark forces

At bay. Celestia's wards giving

Way to foes of all Creation...

Sunny: Spectospiritual imbalance

Spreads across Equestria!

As vaunted Gods spare not a glance for

We burned, left to rest in vitria!

Psychospiritual pandemic

Salts once-sacred land.

Discorded dreams, a plague endemic

Leave no legs to stand...

Survivors: Insanity, our blood and daily

Bread. This torment's bled us

Dry, overhead the magic

Storms enrage. Why let the dread

Go on? Death would be less tragic...

Ancient Ponies: Save us not. Mistake not the

Cries of foals for real thought.

We're fine. Better on our own, we'll

Find the way (though the path's erratic...)

Sunny: Spectrospiritual imbalance

Falls across the plains!

The shadow of Your sweet refusal

Falls like acid rain.

Psychospiritual pandemics

Crack the whip; will we

Ever find the way to leave this grim

Reflection of reality?!