It's too bad he won't live. But then who does?
Post predictions for the coming year.
Oh Yellowstone, grand,
We pray for your magma,
Upwards to seep
Your belly is full,
Our patience is thin,
'Fore entropy cools you,
Release what's within,
Your dreaming is sweet we know,
And thy chamber took long to grow,
But grow you did it for our sake,
Thus we beg you now to AWAKE
So awake and expand, swell up and bubble,
Blanket us all with your liquified rubble,
Extinguish our anguish and cut short or toil,
MAKE ALL THAT WAS ROCK INTO MOLTEN, HOT SOIL.
i saved this from /tv/
let's hope the harmful harvester is satisfied