Invictus Saved (a modified poem)

A slightly modified version of the famous poem Invictus by William Henley.

Invictus Saved

Out of the night that covers me,   
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,   
I thank God who watches me  
  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 trimes me; cool and unafraid.   
   
It matters not how strait the gate,   
  the damned sin with punishments for their lost souls,

forever saved am I;
master of my fate,
 captain of my soul.