liberty

my space

WHITE PANTHER MANIFESTO

Invictus
by William Ernest Henley; 1849-1903


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.

the warpath

11.When walking in open territory, bother no one.
If someone bothers you, ask him to stop.
If he does not stop, destroy him.

ART OF WAR

destroy and humiliate all foes

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