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. Invictus! Invictus! I have not winced nor cried aloud Invictus! My head is bloody, but unbowed Invictus! I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my 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. It matters not how strait the gate, I am the master of my fate 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.
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