(Un) Conquerable Soul - Mincing Fury And Guttural Clamour Of Queer Decay

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 fall

Clutch of the 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 fucking tears

Looms but the horror of the shade

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid

…And fucking tears…

It matters not how straight the gate

How charged with punishments the scroll

I am the master of my fate

I am the captain of my soul

No, you are only piece of shit!