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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 gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 

Life is precious. But many more people than I could of ever imagined do not believe that. The world has more evil and hate than I could of ever imagined. This hatred, is something I have had the privilege of being sheltered from, but is something I should of learned a very long time ago. But I do know that love is more powerful than the evil on this earth. Love will conquer will all. God bless the people who do not understand that.