out of the night
that covers me black
is the pit from pole the 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 straight the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll
i am the master of my fate
i am the captain of my
soul
you
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