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> Invictus > BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY > > > 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. > > 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. I always liked this poem but it's slightly ruined for me because Timothy McVeigh(Oklahoma City bomber) quoted it as his final statements.
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