fodders Posted June 11, 2001 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. Long Live Doom 0 Share this post Link to post
Davidoom Posted June 11, 2001 Damn, that's better than Thomas Chipsey Day Care Nursery's attempt...ahem. 0 Share this post Link to post
Disorder Posted June 11, 2001 Nice poem... But please, no more poems on this forum. 0 Share this post Link to post
fodders Posted June 11, 2001 Disorder said:Nice poem... But please, no more poems on this forum. Those were Tim Mcveigh's last words, to be read at his execution.The name of it is Invictus. 0 Share this post Link to post
Guest c-d-w Posted June 11, 2001 fodders said:Those were Tim Mcveigh's last words, to be read at his execution.The name of it is Invictus. Did he really say "Long Live Doom" ??? It isn't part of the original poem... 0 Share this post Link to post
fodders Posted June 11, 2001 c-d-w said:Did he really say "Long Live Doom" ???It isn't part of the original poem... I am assuming they censored that bit, or he would have if he had not had something else on his mind :) 0 Share this post Link to post
Guest c-d-w Posted June 12, 2001 I just saw a scan of the hand-written letter. He did not write "Long Live Doom". That would have been all we'd need : ) 0 Share this post Link to post
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