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 beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my value: I am the captain of my soul. No night is so covered with my paint, like a abyss from south to north, but no matter what God, I have to thank you to refuse to succum. The soul environment reached out, I caught me but I didn't smash, and I didn't say it. I didn't say that my head was staining with blood, but it was not low. It was full of angry and tears. The horrible shadow ring is, even if the years keep intimidating, I will find that I am not afraid that there is no stenosis that the gate is full of punishment, I am still the owner of my own, I am still the helm of my soul.
The last two sentences were quoted by Michael by the Ohio bombings in the United States.
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