Invictus
- William E Henley
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole the pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of warth and thears
Looms but the horror of the shade
Find yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the catain of my soul
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