I must admit, you ponies are humorous creatures.
You go to sleep everynight, being sure to lock your doors and windows, knowing that you'll be safe enough to see the light of the next day. Why does this comfort you? Are you all certain that some glass panes and wooden planks with handles will keep anything that disrupts your pleasure out of your homes?
You are all so used to this imaginary comfort zone that you've conjured up in those pliable minds of yours.
You never actually wake up to the reality of your lives. You remain oblivious to the simple truth of the matter.
You are not in control.
There are greater forces at work in your existence. You all bow and worship the "great leader Celestia", so convinced that your lives will be forever incased in an aura of harmony.
You think that something as simple as royalty and magic will protect you?
You think that one ignorant being can save you from despair?
The mind is only as powerful as the influence that controls it. I do believe I've made this quite clear now.
It was so very fun to watch as your perfect little society picked itself apart piece by piece. The society that you tried so hard to bond in the magic of friendship and harmony.
This little journal has shown how insecure and insignificant you all really are. To read as one of your kind frantically jotted down words drenched in fear and insanity.
You ponies are so pitiful. A pitiful race that has well-deservedly perished.
Good riddance,
Discord