EVIL

Satin sheets draped over that hideous face, the little one wrapped her finger around it, pulling it and the disguise was lifted. She found Evil, I found strength disguised as my enemy. Was I weak because I had no strength, or was I because I was unable to hide my weakness? Now the strength is in your hands, and so is the definition of Justice.

Credits: Photography By Januz Miralles

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