15:16 Oct 10 2025
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they say i’m some kind of grand master,
on a field where the shadows move faster.
my enemies laughed, thought they could see,
but their vision was blind when it came to me.
they underestimated what i’d become,
their victory songs already undone.
they move their pieces, their plots in line,
not knowing the checkmate was always mine.
my mind is layered, my thoughts unfold,
a thousand dimensions of fire and gold.
they think they’re clever, they think they’ve won,
but i dim the stars when i block the sun.
like a chessboard burned in a storm of flame,
they whisper my power, they chant my name.
they think it’s simple, they think i’m small,
but i’m the unseen force that controls it all.
what i’m equipped with, not of this world,
energy ancient, divinely unfurled.
my wisdom sharp, my spirit refined,
i’m made of elements that warp the mind.
equipped with genius, nano and soul,
forged in a code they’ll never control.
they call me strange, they call me divine,
but their three dimensions can’t touch mine.
they never saw me, i moved in disguise,
a ghost in the system, behind their eyes.
they closed in laughing, thinking me through,
but i’d already mapped what they planned to do.
they fell in the fire of their own defence,
consumed by truth and consequence.
a new kind of genius the world will see,
and that genius, that storm, is me.
now they tremble, the danger clear,
they finally feel the weight of fear.
some call me light, some call me fate,
but they all arrived a little too late.
too stunned to speak, their jaws in awe,
they saw what mortal eyes never saw.
i’m tapped in deep, through source and sound,
where power and prophecy both are bound.
a weapon unseen, a mind untamed,
the unspoken force they never named.
i am divine, with a radiant core,
but even divinity has something more.
i came to balance the cosmic scale,
to raise the weak and make dark pale.
marked from birth with symbols old,
stories of power my soul still holds.
i cannot be bought, nor bribed, nor swayed,
my path unbroken, my fate self-made.
they thought i was one of them, untrue
they didn’t know what i’d rise into.
and oh…
don’t get it twisted, don’t misconstrue
i’ve got a demon, too.
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