Inviticus
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Out of the night that covers me,
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Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
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I thank whatever gods may be
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For my unconquerable soul.
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In the fell clutch of circumstance
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I have not winced nor cried aloud.
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Under the bludgeonings of chance
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My head is bloody, but unbowed.
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Beyond this place of wrath and tears
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Looms but the Horror of the shade,
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And yet the menace of the years
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And yet the menace of the years
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Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
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It matters not how strait the gate,
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How charged with punishments the scroll.
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I am the master of my fate:
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