<u>Invictus</u>

OUT of the night that covers me,
<b>Black as the Pit from pole to pole,</b>
I thank whatever gods may be
<b>For my unconquerable soul.</b>

In the fell clutch of circumstance
<b>I have not winced nor cried aloud.</b>
Under the bludgeonings of chance
<b>My head is bloody, but unbowed.</b>

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the <b>Horror</b> of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
<b>Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.</b>

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
<i>I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.</i>

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