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Invictus Out of the night that covers me,
By covering my dark night, Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I saw layers of bottomless darkness. I thank whatever gods may be
Thank God for my unconquerable soul.
Unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance
Even if held by hell, I have not winced nor cried aloud.
I don't flinch or scream. Under the bludgeonings of chance
After wave after wave, My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I am full of blood and do not bow my head. Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Out of this world of anger and tears, Looms but the Horror of the shade,
Horrible shadows roam. And yet the menace of the years
And, future threats, Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
But I am not afraid. It matters not how strait the gate,
No matter how narrow the door I shall pass, How charged with punishments the scroll, No matter what punishment I shall bear. I thank whatever gods may be
Thank God for my unconquerable soul.
Unconquerable soul. I am the master of my fate:
I am the master of fate, I am the captain of my soul.
I am the commander of the soul. By William Ernest Henley
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