𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛
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 tear...