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, It is five o’clock somewhere.

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...{ai:summary}Despite the bludgeonings of chance, the speaker remains unbowed and unafraid of the horrors that await. They proclaim themselves the master of their own fate with an added mention that it is currently five o'clock somewhere. #other

MONDAY AT 4PM EASTERN: 'Five O'Clock Somewhere' with Kruiser, VodkaPundit

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