Grandmaster Moves in the Chess Game of Life

If Lucifer and heaven's angels fell before a time when man first walked the earth, and ages hence conceived the virgin birth, wherefore was I meant for this life of hell? If God is so benign, then why the tale of my lifelong privation (of love, hearth) repeats, whilst consuming up all my worth: as if my soul's cursed with no holy grail? Before my dawn's emergence, fate conspired with darkness to assault and end my name; together, they erased all I desired, wished for, worked for, planned for, then mocked my shame. So I, like Milton, rose up: and, inspired, played rhyme's grandmaster moves in life's chess game!