Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I see layers of darkness. I thank whatever gods may be, For my unconquerable soul. 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 . My head is full of blood, but my head is held up. Beyond this place of wrath and tears, Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years, And yet the menace of the years, Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, however narrow the gate of fate, How charged with punishments the scroll, whatever punishment I shall bear. I am the master of my fate: I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. I am the commander of my soul.
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