Invictus Junie 24, 2010
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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.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
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.
It matters not how strait the gait,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Sam, in my boekie is jy een van die sterkste mense wat ek ken. Jy is ook unconquerable!
But you aint the master of your destiny, Sammy O. We are all victims, Anselmo. Our destinies are decided by a cosmic roll of the dice, the whims of the stars and the vagrant breezes of fortune that blew from the windmills of the gods. J. H Dietrich
I fail to fall victim to the vanities of the gods.