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// A Normal Poem About a Normal Pony 
// Story: Bugs, Fluff and Other Stuff 
// by Silent Whisper 
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I am a pony, you see
Quite a normal one, at that
Nopony notices me, and sometimes
That's good, my friends
That's good

For it's a good thing to be
Someone who won't stand out in the crowd 
Since nopony looks twice, so really
That's good, my dears
That's good

Someday I dream of rising
Above the heads of those blinded
Those who close their eyes and think
That's good, to be ignorant
That's good

They didn't think to look closer
And really, why would they?
Nopony stares too closely at other ponies's shadows
That's good, for me
That's good

When I stand above their world
Their bones adorning her ashen crown
They'll weep and beg and wail, and see the truth
That's good, wee subjects
That's good

No venom on my part is needed
The real toxin festered in their hearts
Long before I arrived
That's good, you see
That's good

Apathy's the real killer, not I
For I'll wait til the moment you succumb to it's lull
And I'll welcome you into my jaws
That's good, sweet prey
That's good

But for now you'll prance and sing
The average pony more a monster than you think
Yet you care not what awaits you
That's good, young ponies
That's good

But I'm just a pony, hiveless, holeless
Look closer, don't I look just like you now?
Come closer, sweet child, and find out
So good, little one
Mm…
So good