Written by: Mario Vitale

                                                           A Will For Power Is Nothing More
                                                    A twisted ivy briars in desolate vague response
                                                 Deep inside the reality is we are all the same
                                                To the caged barbarian to the hero's gain
                                               Power was the same as Satan in his pride
                                              Like some illusion we will often run away & hide
                                                 Yet still deep inside the valley high ramification
                                               Sought through the exchange in viable haze;
                                               Lukewarm modesty in some purple chase
                                               Instead, I visualize power as in an illusion;
                                                 Fought back the tears with a smile,

                                               A heart fixed in warm hysteria