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. To Artina I will take you heart.
I will take your soul out of your body As though I were God. I will
not be satisfied With the touch of your hand Nor the sweet of your
lips alone. I will take your heart for mine. I will take your soul.
I will be God when it comes to you. Anything else, ask me? Que56
aka Scarface
