You are my mother and I love you.

You are my Queen and I serve you.

You are my reason to live and I will die for you.

These ponies don't understand me. They think of me and my brothers as slaves, as simple tools that you dispose without a second thought. They fail to realize that is not your orders we obey, it is our purpose to sacrifice our lives for you.

You provides us with food, with love. You have no love to give, cruel destiny has denied you a heart in that hollowed chest of yours. You have nothing but hunger, the same hunger you share with us. But instead of seeking food for yourself, you give food for all of us.

You don't know our names, you can't tell us apart and we don´t care. I don't care. I don´t need for you to pat my back or give me a smile. I don't want that for you. I only want to give my life for you.

So when you order us to charge against the barrier, I happily obey. These ponies look frightened, disgusted even. They hear my legs breaking against the magic field. They see my horn and wings falling apart and I can see pain and pity in their eyes.

Silly ponies, they don't understand.

They can't understand how much I love you and how happy I am to die for you,

I'm not screaming because of the pain, ponies.

I'm screaming of joy.