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For Kevin565:
Invictus
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
and under the bludgeoning of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
looms but the horror of the shade.
Yet the menace of the years
finds and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate
nor how charged with punishment the scroll!
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.