Let's see who can write the best existentialist poem or proverb about the Library of Alexandria burning...

Let's see who can write the best existentialist poem or proverb about the Library of Alexandria burning. I'll start us off:

I shall erase knowledge as if I had never had it in the first place

I shall erase dubs as if I had never had them in the first place

And in the flames of nature burns the toils and trivializations of man. The equivalence of thousands of human minds' collective reflections and priceless knowledge. The earth takes back the secrets she had given to her patrons, leaving them to stumble into their forests again in hopes that they may find their path.

Amassed ancient Afrikan artefacts apposing alexandria abolished as an act against Asiatic actualisation and abusively abnegated alas appropriated as authentically abrahamic astronomy.

omg fuck no stop
i only meant to burn
the ships and maybe docks
t. julius caesar

Decent

knowledge is most beautiful to man when the memory of it's issue is consumated with a tall and high flame

It would be better but I'm just on my phone at work.

Assonance pleb

Fucking amazing

The day after I saw a scribe
smeared with soot
He held a stick and poked at the ashes of scrolls, but as I drew near, I saw that he was writing.

But the wind swept in from the water,
and stole his words
and all that he wrote was taken from him.

I had some books or
rather,
they had me

Smacking lips with
flame
set one of the two free

Many books to read
Flames of Alexandria
Whoops there go the books

I'm playing bloodborne
Hitler was my first born
I like to burn books
And I got the looks
So call me Julius

...

Who cares?
It's not like you were going to read those books anyway.
Let them burn again and again.

Take it easy Shiva.
t. Vishnu

It'll be fine.
We'll write new ones.
t. Brahma

As he widdled on the kiddy that he diddled
R Kelly amongst the street flotsam
No longer did he fly for so heavy
his eyes were filled fit to cry
As he made his triumphant
musical come back.

Gone like the childhood fantasies of the dead.

two thousand and
sixteen year olds
their shorts so much
tighter than my neck
Jail time less than a year

...

damn this thread makes me realize no matter how much you read you can still be a shit writer. I can't think of shit.

isn't it pretty
the way the flames
shine off on the waves?

what kind of man would build a library
where a fire is supposed to be?

So there I was making some authentic Teriyaki with soy sauce. The vegetables were sizzling slightly as I was preparing the meat. One, two, three... Chunks of cleaned meat stacked up on the counter. Suddenly "Don't Stop Believin'" came on the radio, reminding me of my ex girlfriend. One string of memory led to another and soon I was in Ancient Egypt among Ramses, Ozymandias and other, different pharoahs. Before me I saw mankind's greatest achievements of knowledge turn to ash. The reverie was so vivid I could smell the fires devouring the knowledge. I blinked and the oil was burning. -Fin

Born in the halls of alexandria
I, a lowly scribe,
burn with the books

Nice

spontaneous combustion

most scandalous revelation

Now I know it wasn't nice of me
To carry off this hideous caper
But if you don't want books to burn
You shouldn't make them out of paper

Burn him in the flames who loves fire.

so they burned
in some ways
it's no big deal
for there are more trees here
than any man can ever feel

《The papyrus contorns itself in mysterious dances fueled by the strong incense smell. The black burnt paper turns into ash when you try to read it》