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 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.
Unconquerable
Through the night that covers me, I see layers of darkness.
Thank God for giving me an unconquerable soul.
Even if I was held tightly by hell, I never shied away from begging, and
suffered a heavy blow from fate, my head was full of blood, but my head was raised.
Beyond the world of anger and sadness, there are not only shadows of terror,
but in the face of future threats, you will find that I have nothing to fear.
No matter how narrow the gate of fate, no matter what punishment.
I am the master of my destiny,
I am the commander of my soul!
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