Mud Pie, Cerebellum and Vitality

The dark forces came
The dark forces went
We waged a war
In its sixth, fruity flavour
That only turned sour later

Brain extracts
Picked, un-picked
Ooh, I'm a fussy bucket
And orchids with fake blue ink surging through them would agree.

She's been there to london to look at the queen
But She's frightened me all the way from there
Now I know why we saw 'degrees of transition'
But that's why those terms are apt, I suppose.

Interpretations are over-done.
These lines weren't supposed to make sense.

*Cackle*
Atleast, that's what I'm telling you.