By William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) Break
free from my fetters, my dark night is
like hell, the whole world is swallowed by hell,
thanks to the many indescribable gods for
giving me an unyielding soul,
even if
I suffer thousands of ravages, I will not shrink back or cry
in fate again and again once under tease
me badly beaten but refused to yield
in this land bathed in tears of rage and
looming shadow of terror
danger lingers for years, although
I was not afraid of timeless
no matter how narrow doors
regardless of How
did the punishment regulations change? My destiny is still controlled by myself,
my soul is still guided by myself
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