* INVICTUS *

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.

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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Invictus is a poem by the British poet William Ernest Henley,first published in 1875.
the title is latin for "unconquerable".

i first read it when a Timothy McVeigh ,main accused in oklahoma city bomb blast on 21st april 1995.he was a bomber allright...but i dont blame him for his dillusions.he was sentenced to death in 2001.

Timothy McVeigh..