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 punishment the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. 
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The Election DetractorsI would just want to comment on these witnesses or people who claims they have evidences on election fraud to present the evidence and prove it in a competent court that such fraud was made. To the losers who use the issue, you are really losers.... more
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