Kona's idea is good, but please don't submit yet!
Here's my nothing.

Nothing
Pure entropy
And my eyeballs are sucked out
Like some giant with a wobbly tooth

What is it that in this, rhymes?
What is contained in Kona's poem?
What is the heart of the American Dream?
What is the honour of Infernals?
And the usefulness of a helicopter's ejector seat?
Nothing.

(all Americans, Infernals and that irish bloke that invented the ejector seat need not kill me)

-Accendus
CONTEMNO MALO

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Scarlatan, in the year 249 AF.