Nohbody Posted May 30, 2011 Posted May 30, 2011 Out of the night that covers me Black as the pit from 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 bludgeonings of chance My head is bloodied, but unbowed Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade And yet, the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid It matters not how straight the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul by William Ernest Henley
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