Ar ar ar
Merry deathmas

Massive boon of life, you
No man feasts on your bones

Not those very fungi

(sorry)

Fi Fum drum you Protoctist ****
Shear the skin from the fun
Stuff
White and node of muscled life
Make your narrow bed of marrow bread

Yeehaw life's a draw
and death presents a certain
certainty

Theres no mystery in
the biggest mystery
That it goes
pumping
with 777ccs of force
and maybe 1200 horse
power

Equine
and divine giant you
cud and horse and seed anew
stool of toad and brush of mold
return to state before
there was...
you?