[Original Poem] Genocidal Species — dark philosophical theme, feedback welcome (RU/EN)

A little about myself. I've been writing poetry for three or four years now and am self-taught, writing mostly for myself. This is one of my latest poems. I don't know what level I'm at, but I'd love to know.

This poem was originally written in Russian, so I'll also post the original, untranslated version. The meaning may be a little lost in translation.

UA version:

Title: “Genocidal Species”

Cruel chords and a twisted fate — a god of fools plays checkers with hate. He only appears at the world’s twilight, when fools prepare their final fight.

Once more a piece was placed in the corner, a move not allowed — yet he broke the order. “Rules were made just to be torn apart,” said the god and called checkmate with heart.

RU version

Название:«Геноцидный вид»

Злые аккорды и странная участь - играющий в шашки бог дураков. Он явится только в час предзакатный, когда дураки совершат свой ход.

Снова фигура легла на углу, ход невозможный - но он сделал его. "Правила созданы лишь чтоб ломать", - сказал бог и поставил шах и мат.