Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 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 or cried aloud, Under the bludgeoning 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. As Tim made peace with his own God before he died. He was contrite, I bet he didn't have any other last words for those that came to gawk his murder came out of curiosity, vengeance and anger. I make no excuses for what he did, but the power elite Belilians made sure that he was painted as unrepentant etc etc. That's because his death was a political act. However those that understand extreme unction would understand the truth, of this karmic play. ONS...Tony. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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