Out of the night that covers meBlack as the pit from pole to poleI thank what ever Gods may be For my unconsquerable soulIn the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cry aloudUnder the blugeonings of chanceMy head is bloodied but unbowedBeyond this place of wraith and tearsLooms but the horror of the shadeYet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraidIt matters not how straight the gateHow charged with punishment the scrollI am the master of my fateI am the captain of my soul
Contributed by: sevo2mac
It matters not how straight the gate,How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate:I am the Captain of my soul.
Contributed by: Riverzen
I am the master in my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
Contributed by: Zaady
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