Out of the night that covers meBlack as the Pit from pole to poleI thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soulIn the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced or cried aloudUnder the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowedBeyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the horror of the shadeAnd yet the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall find, me unafraidIt matters not how strait the gateHow charged with punishments the scrollI am the master of my fateI am the captain of my soul
----------If Adolph Hitler were here today, we'd send a limousine anyway