I think of the strangest things

If these animals don't listen
I'll chop 'em into bits
They run around out of control
I'll kill these little shits
It's up to me to not destroy them
Or Flutters will be mad at me
It's got to be my destiny
And it's what my cutie mark is telling me

And then I thought, why not have a whole blood and guts retelling? Because that's terrible, of course. But then I thought, people post weirder stuff all the time! I mean it's not that sick, sick clop that I never ever ever ever ever read. So I continued.

I try to keep their chortles
But I feel like a disgrace
It would be so much easier
To put chloroform on their face
I'd drag them to my basement
I'll eat their hearts, they'll see
But entertainment is my destiny
And it's what my cutie mark is telling me

I don't care much for pickin' fruit
Or plowing fields and busted chutes
Why can't all ponies die
Except Apple Bloom, she's such a hoot
I've got so many chores for her
Like destroying all I see
But why can't it be my destiny
It's not what my cutie mark is telling me

Lookie here at what I made
I think that it's a dress
But those clients are all take, take, take
I'm under some distress
Could y'all give me a gun 'ere
and help me fix this mess?
I hate all high society
but it's what my cutie mark is tellin' me

I'm in love with hurting ponies
but the others have concerns
For I just gave them frostbite
over top of their sunburns
I have to keep on trying
for everyone can see
I haven't inflicted enough pain- oh it's not my turn to sing?

It's got to be
It's got to be
My destiny
They'll die, you see
And it's what my cutie mark
It's what my cutie mark
Yes it's what my cutie mark is telling me.

That was more fun than expected. And not as bad as I thought.