It's official: the Brony community has succeeded in winning me over with its multitude of fan-created songs.
I've been infected.
_Tainted. _
**Warped.**
_And there's no fucking cure._
Each additional song that I subject my poor, adulterated ears to further drives me ever closer to the heart of the infamous MLP fandom.
I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Everything is obscured.
God has forsaken me.
I am doomed.
I am dead.