Created by Ramon E. Bayron

I AM IAM - The Super Hero ©

VS

EVIL EARTH ©

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(for film, television, graphic novel and all other multi-media)

DEVIL EVIL will win only when I choose Devil Evil to win, when I vote it to win, to when I accept it to win. The final act is on me.

And it don't and I will never ever. So it will never be.

The day that I realized this is the first day I became FREE.

The day I realized the Truth about Good and Evil is the day decided that I must finally Die om Earth. But I must to agree to the Evil's decision- that I must die- for its decision fully be done. So then begins this War- between EVIL and IAM, The Super Hero. And GOOD helps me.

I know. I realize. I understand about Good.
But what should I do?
And how could do what I should to do?

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