Category: Writers Block
Out of the night that covers me,
black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods maybe for my unconquerable soul.
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In the fell clutch of circumstance I have winced but not cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
my head in bloodied but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,looms 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 punishment the scroll,I AM the master of my fate I AM the captain of my soul.