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William Ernest Henley

Timothy McVeigh was a complete nutjob, and what he did was horrifying and wrong. It makes me furious that he took this poem as his "final words" before execution, because he’s succeeded at twisting the meaning of it completely and making something ugly out of a beautiful idea. But then what can you expect from a guy who wouldn’t know logic and complexity of thought if it walked up and bit him on the ass?

American FlagIt’s nice that my web site has received hundreds of thousands of hits because of this poem, but if you’re looking for right-wing conspiracy theories and paranoia, don’t look for them here; I believe in logic, reason and government of the people, by the people and for the people. God Bless the USA.

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 bludgeoning of chance
    My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms 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.

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  1. Robbie

    Give me a break down of this poem i need it for research tell me what you think each line means

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