Child of darkness, child of scorn,
the devil danced when you were born,
for demon seed from Morphy passed,
would haunt your days ‘til everlast.
Predestined to die derelict,
an iso-pawn so cynical,
how cruel a fate awaits the one
that conquered Caissa’s pinnacle.
With skills eroding into rust,
a mind among things you can’t trust,
your memory was a microchip that couldn’t tell a...
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