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This post is titled Invictus by author SoulJah.
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'm not such a poem person, but I found this lying around my backups of my older site. It was by William Ernest Henley, and it was the last words by the infamous Oklahoma City Bomber, Timothy McVeigh. Sicko.
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'm not such a poem person, but I found this lying around my backups of my older site. It was by William Ernest Henley, and it was the last words by the infamous Oklahoma City Bomber, Timothy McVeigh. Sicko.
Posted by SoulJah at 1:12:00 AM
