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Created By NottaWotta • Updated 3 years ago
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I posted this because the poem is very true to what undertale's story and moral is about. Incivtus by William Ernest Henley. Reads: In the fell clutch of circumstance Beyond this place of wrath and tears It matters not how strait the gate,
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.
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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