"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."

• Invictus, by William Ernest Henley.

In these late watches, when all seems lost; or in the dawns that lack their luster, confront your fears. What is the worse that can happen, to you. The only thing they can take without your permission is your life. Remember this. Make of yourself an unconquerable fortress; don't let them into your head, don't let them break your soul.

Even if justice is not done on this earth within our lifetime, or the next one hundred lifetimes, remember that they have already created their own hell. They are mortal; they can run from that but they cannot escape it. Eventually, the humanity that they have so strongly rejected will catch up with them.

Always remember; no matter what: God wins. God is just and will administer justice perfectly and completely.

Rest easy, patriots.