I haven't written anything serious here, ever. Teik, where you at? Fir, where you at? Some random poetry, for your hearts:

A LOT has changed.
We stand on the line between,
Between the lines we read of everlasting life,
Of a dismal life.
An existence we cannot escape.
How droll.
A LOT was cast.
Stranded between the lines,
Between what we want and what we need,
From an apocalyptic life.
In existence we race,
To the destruction we must face.
How droll..
A LOT of them swore.
We found our reasons,
Along the lines between,
The risks and the reward,
Of surviving the blight.
Blessed the ones are who escaped by fate,
Forever remembered through the memories they initiate.
How droll...
A LOT were blind.
In failing to find the light,
We crossed the line between,
Between requited and relinquished.
Doomed are the ones who cannot impose their will,
Upon the lines of their own autobiography.
Well-written are the lives of authors,
Who consult their editors.
How droll....
The LOT of them can burn.

I hate poetry, by the way.