What cause have I to feel glad?

I've built my life on judgement

And causing pain

I don't know those eyes I see in the bloodstained chrome

Now everything that I've had

And everything I know has been thrown away

And with time I've come to find

This isn't my home

How many lives have I ended? How many fillies and colts have I dropped, screaming into the gaping maw of the Pegasus Device? How many times have I seen the vats fill with the vivid colours of my victim's pelts?

For ten years I'd lived in this hell hole. So why was it only now that I began to ask why? Why I kept up this killing without mercy. The killing of the young. My horn glows with purple aura and the brown colt floats up to the shackles. I hold him there as I wait. The coated pegasi locked him in with caution, checking their coats where not trapped or making sure the shackles wouldn't slip off when the time came. When all the checks were done and they were safely out of the way, they gave me the nod of approval. My bloodstained hoof slammed down on the button as it always had.

We all heard him scream as his wings and legs were stretched out and twisted, breaking every bone in them. Cracked ribs poked through his chest, blood flowing through the rib holes in thickened rivers of red. One of the many horrors I had to endure.

But the nightmare that came after was always far worse. I moved over to the next button and pressed it. The colt was released and fell, screaming into the device. His screams were cut to a halt with a bloody gurgle and the horrible squelching of flesh being turned to a pulp. A single brown hoof pointed into the sky as he slowly sunk in to the machine. One of the fillies, an orange and purple one, fainted. I didn't think much of it. One from every batch always does.

I've stoked the fire,

Seen more pain then you can know.

The tears of the broken have washed away my soul

Pushed by desire

To change the way my stream will flow

Now I'm awoken,

And I'm taking back control.