Invictus
By William Ernest Henley
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.
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MY GOD COMPLEX
I am your shepherd; you shall not want.
I maketh you lie down in green pastures: I leadeth you beside the still waters.
I restoreth your soul: I leadeth you in the paths of righteousness for My name's sake.
Yea, though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death, You shall fear no evil: for I am with you; my rod and my staff will comfort you.
I preparest a table before you in the presence of your enemies: I anointest your head with oil; your cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow you all the days you are with me: and you will dwell in the house of Me, the Sandman, for ever.
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Now I lay you down to sleep
Pray the Sandman your soul to keep
If you die before you wake
Pray the Sandman your soul to take
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Our Lager,
Which art in barrels
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk,
I will be drunk,
At home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head
and forgive us our spillages
as we forgive those that spill against us
and lead us not into incarceration.
But deliver us from hang-overs,
for thine is the beer,
The bitter and the lager
forever and ever
Barmen!
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“Marines are about the most peculiar breed of human beings I have ever witnessed. They treat their service as if it were some kind of cult, plastering their emblem on almost everything they own, making themselves up to look like insane fanatics with haircuts ungentlemanly short, worshipping their Commandant almost as if he were a god, and making weird animal noises like a band of savages. They will fight like rabid dogs at the drop of a hat just for the sake of a little action and are the cockiest SOB's I have ever known. Most have the foulest mouths and drink well beyond a man's normal limits. But, their high spirits and sense of brotherhood set them apart and generally speaking the United States Marines I have come in contact with are the most professional soldiers and the finest men I have had the pleasure to meet”
~ Anonymous Canadian Citizen |
