Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

for my uncoquerable soul. 

 

 

 

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I've not winced or 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 straight the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

 

 

 

 

 

 I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE;

 

 

 I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY SOUL.

 

 

-W.E. HENLEY

 

 

 

CAGE TITANS XXXVII JAN. 27TH

PLYMOUTH MEMORIAL HALL

 

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