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.
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In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
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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.
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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.
William Ernest Henley
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The Soul Collector
ParanormalGalloway works for Hell as a Soul Collector, but that's not all she does. She's also a Hunter, doing what she can to make up for the fact that sometimes, she takes good people to Hell too. Hell frowns upon her extracurricular activities and assigns...