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The Unknown Author

The Unknown Author
The library is burning 

Works become cinders 

Embers of written life become dust 

I struck the match. 



I take full responsibility 

Me, the author, the unknown. 



So goodbye Shakespeare, Milton, Poe 

Goodbye all the wannabes, forgotten, unknowns 

I was the one who wiped you out

It was me, the unknown author. 



No one can tell me I didn't achieve notoriety

I will be written about, documented and theorised over

My name will mean something 

My action will have spoken my words. 



A changing of the guard

Day one, wipe of the slate. 



What is done is done 

What was yours has been taken 

I will no longer be judged by your standards 

I will no longer be forced to bow at your greatness. 



This is the start

My life's work has begun

Strike off the libraries one by one. 



Your thoughts were stolen anyway

You don't deserve, I do. 

 V Topp

 https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

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