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[specialchris]

out of the night that covers me
black as the pit form pole to 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 bludgerings of chance
my head is bloody but unbowed

beyond this place, wrath and tears
looms the horror of the shade
and 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 captin of my soul

ernest henley, invictus