The world can’t keep…me broken down… because with every fall… I am renowned.

Even when I may feel small with nothing left inside my soul… it’s then I’ll stand and will console… for my §uperPower….it takes control.

The days I’m weakened and evil lurks… taking hold…. of all my quirks…. I’ll fight back and ALWAY§ win….because a §uperPower…. I have within.

When my tongue is burning and feeling vain and my thoughts begin to slip astray…it’s times like this I will refrain… because my §uperPower….stands in the way.

It’s my Virtues that you seek destroyed… like a bodies addiction….to an over used steroid….but a weapon I have… to fight you back… because a §uperPower…. I do not lack.

Selfishness is often masked….it’s with this burden I’m often tasked….it matters not for that’s the past ….because a §UPERPOWER….I have at last!