I met him first in the virtual world
Where there is no day and night,
as a formless voice coming through
the optical labyrinth .
In the midst of a game of vicissitudes,
Fuelled by the primordial human arrogance
Tied to sixty four squires in black and white,
Where his nerves never fail.
Oh, my friend you are really the king of Kings,
who ruthlessly rule the realm love,
with a burning rage in your heart and
extends the sway over we humble vassals
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