Shared by : kangkana handique Out of the night that covers me , Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever hods will may be for my unconquerable soul I have not winced nor cried aloud . Under the bludgeovings of chance, My head is bloody , but unbowed beyoud this place of wrath and tears , Looms but the horror of shade , and yet the menace of the years, finds and shall find me unafraid it matters not how strait the destiny , how charged with punishments the body , i am the master of my fate i am the captain of my soul .
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 16:42:53 +0000
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