Once there was a pawn,
Thought of all wrongs gone,
But did he really know,
The colours of the rainbow,
On his side, merely the only white,
How could one do it all right,
Blamed universe's traitor,
Had the fools known Maya's creator,
Entirely as written black,
Of which, who kept track,
We see the world how it is,
Does it have to be like this?
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