Inspired by the events of 06-05-2015
`Invictus`
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.
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