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  • Out of the night that covers me,
    In the face of darkness

    Invictus

    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 bloody, 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 strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll,
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul.

– William Ernest Henley.

 

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