Art tradeWith the tradition unbrokenEverypony will remain unspokenFor all ponies know on this dayOnly the clown may have his waySo run and hide, fillies and coltsShut the doors and tighten the boltsThe clown has come to playAnd he is here all dayHe has so much fun plannedLaughing so hard you wont be able to standCome now, hes waited all this whileJust to make you laugh and smileSo during this dark dayWhy not come out and playHe has been to many townsHow come everpony is afraid of clowns
Kill shotLike a ghost in the brushMy voice in a hushI crawl in the dirtAnd disregard the hurtAll day I layWith nothing to sayI keep stillEven if I feel illSo now I waitThe sun I hateI look down my sightAnd adjust for the heightI am here for one thingAnd once you hear the ringMy barrel will be hot`Cause I just got my kill shot
The coin I am.I am like a coinI have two facesA good oneAnd a badI can be nice and caringHelpful and kindI am understanding and forgivingSometimes one might say passionateBut I am also mean and hatefulInsulting and cruelI am heartless and resentfulSometimes many will say evilLike the flip of a coinI can changeRight before your eyesYou just have to be lucky
Rebirth of the Earth.Hello there let me buy you a drink,And tell me what you think.Of this once beautiful land,That we changed by hand.Is it as you wish,Or did we just miss.See what it has become,Look at the outcome.This once wonderful place,Ruined in our haste.We strived to grow,And we reap what we sew.Now this land is dead,A giant funeral bed.You didn't think before,Because you wanted more.It`s because of us,And we know we must.Save this earth,By rebirth.
Roses are red.Roses are red.Violence is too.To help end the hate,What will you do?