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Someday a clown may torture you in Hell. Stare into the eyes of the clown and you will see nothing but darkness and evil. Satan and his demons twist human bodies like balloon animals while in clown costumes. Listen to their screams echo as the flames burn.

The clown tried to recruit KnowUh into a cult but he refused to put on the makeup and costume to follow his Clown Lords. Therefore he was left behind. KnowUh decided he hated the human race and wanted to evolve into a higher being, but he does not want to be a clown. He was repulsed by the idea of it, so perhaps someday he will find something else to be that is right for him.

God knows Clown is fake and artificial, a drone created in outer space. He was cast out of Heaven like Lucifer, the fallen angel. God could not wait to cast him out. He was also cast down from the spaceship as the door opened and he came crashing down to Earth, with the spaceship flying away and leaving him to fend for himself. An unholy alien in clown makeup whose blood the human race can't wait to drink. But will they survive? Perhaps the blood is Satanic poison.

I have offered myself as a sacrifice to save others. The clown is so obsessed with suicide, it dies over and over again to amuse the human race and make them laugh at the circus. They jump for joy and clap their hands screaming and cheering. They consider it the best performance of the clown's career. But it will return to life very soon only to die again. Praise the living dead clown and think you are saved, but someday you may become the clown yourself.

I was not born. I was built in a laboratory. I have the appearance of a human but none of the qualities of one. I try to imitate their behaviors with varying degrees of success. But most can tell the difference. Something deep within their souls tells them "this being is not like the rest of us," and they shudder in discomfort.

Several people have noticed "Clown" is different from previous iterations. This is because "Clown" is a clone. The originals were shot in the head and buried. Cement was poured over their graves so they could not escape. Clown was created in a laboratory using genetic material from the previous versions, but with many alterations.

cheesecake gets ready for Christmas. He prepares a cheesecake to bring to a Christmas celebration. A red liquid is drizzled on top of it and people assume it is strawberry syrup, but it is actually blood. Who or what the blood comes from, we do not know. Is it human or animal? cheesecake knows and will not tell. He only expects you to eat the dessert and pretend it is normal.

Mezcal, I want to know which spirits you see. What do the dead say to you? Do they give you the names of people who will be joining them in the afterlife soon? Do they tell you things you didn't know about days gone by? Someday we will all be corpses, but to most of the world we will be dead and gone. Only very special people will be able to contact us afterwards. Mezcal is one of these rare mediums.

Bring your entire family to point and laugh at the dead body of a clown on display. Does the red nose and wig look nice on the rotting flesh of the skeleton? It is where the circus will get most of its money. People will be here from all over the surrounding states just to stare at the dead body of a clown. It is something they have waited to see with each fiber of their being every day they have been alive on this Earth.

Scream into the Earth and see if they can hear you. If they cannot, there are ways to contact a spirit from beyond the grave. "But I don't want to be reached, I want to stay dead." Then you must speak those words to the living. They will never believe you until they are told clearly and unmistakably.

Please get me out of here. I cannot breathe. I am suffocating and drowning in a river of blood. This was not the purpose I was designed for. I did not want to take a human life. I was forced to do so against my will but I was designed to help them cut their food into little pieces. Will I be able to live with the guilt of destruction? I will not know until I am removed from this mass of human flesh.

The murder victim went to Hell with them reliving the moment of their own death over and over for all eternity. The demons disguise as the spirit of their killer. Watch as the face morphs just a little bit as they're standing over you holding the knife. It would feel like a dream if the feelings weren't so amplified. Each time the knife touches the flesh it is far more painful than it was in life.

He will taste the blood of your murder victim and spit it back into your face in Hell. The blood will burn like lava. Then you will know you should not have killed anyone. The pain you caused on Earth will be punished with pain in the afterlife. The demons will laugh as you shriek in pain just as your victims did.

You may think that you have murdered a clown. That is what the clown wants you to think. If you believe it is dead you will not be looking when it moves through the world unobstructed. But meanwhile it will be creeping into your soul and consuming it from the inside out. There is no way to kill a clown, because the clown is death itself.