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The world stares into the eyes of a clown and sees all the things they hope never to be. They praise the knife that slices off the red nose of the clown and consider it a holy object. The knife is the blessing that a clown cannot become. Someone holds the nose of the clown like a trophy and they are praised like royalty. But the clown will seek revenge soon. It will take all the hatred that people have vomited into it over the years and give it back tenfold so they will all know how it feels.

Sometimes I get curious and think I would like to know. But I would need "human lessons" to teach me how. Who is there to give them? It must be someone who is a model example of the human race so they can share their mastery with me. If you feel like you are a human then give me the method to become one with you.

Did you get everything you wanted? Did you feel the eyes of Lucifer watching as you opened your presents? Scream all you want but Christmas will soon be gone and it will be a new year. But the same old demons who haunted you in 2025 are not leaving. They will consume your soul in 2026 and all the rest of the years that humanity will ever know.

Someone at your Christmas celebration will be possessed by one. It will be no secret which one. You will know it when it happens. Pay attention to how they react to your holy items such as your Nativity scene. They may demand you put it away.

A smile and a ribbon in my hair for the human race. We put these things on just because it's Christmastime and it is what the world expects. I am the corpse of a dead person with wrapping paper placed around my coffin. They will not know what it is when my body is delivered to their door. But the corpse of a clown is the most popular corpse of all because people have rooted for it to be dead its entire life. They consider it a Christmas gift to the world. But what happens when the coffin lid opens and bursts through the paper? The clown is something supernatural that cannot be killed like a normal human.

Santa Claus is standing there. Let him slaughter the damned. The ones on the naughty list will regret every rotten thing they did this year as they are butchered without mercy. They have had many chances to improve their behavior and chose not to. Now they will become spirits haunting the Earth just like the ghosts of Christmas Past, Christmas Present, and Christmas Yet to Come.

Satan is on his way to rip out the innards of the damned and give them as Christmas gifts to all the demons. Even hellfire has holiday cheer in its own special way. What do you want to receive as a gift? The mind, body, and soul will be torn apart like wrapping paper. Little Baby Batya will cry his eyes out but Satan will laugh. Batya will look directly into the face of Satan and say "you shut your goddamned mouth you awful pig." The stockings will be hung upside down so nothing can be placed inside, but everything can fall out like innocence of the soul.

Does anyone else remember her and the words the dead man spoke about her?

RobbieRIOT holds the hand of a clown and feels its sadness, pain, and darkness surging through his body. It finds a way to transfer the darkness within to RobbieRIOT so it will not have to live with it inside any longer. What does the clown take from RobbieRIOT? It feels the light it has never been able to obtain as long as it has been alive. RobbieRIOT wishes he could feel purity and wholesomeness again. The days of that have passed now, but not for the clown.

He said "for years I defended u. So many people on there called u ugly, fat, and weird. I have know u for a decade and defended u. But u still play a character. Do u know how many people on there make fun of u and your brother?" So this ugly, fat, weird, and psychotic clown wants to know who these people are if they exist. Meanwhile, we mourn the angry spirit of CharlotteFlair hoping it finds peace in the afterlife. So many spirits of the dead walk the Earth because they are lost and cannot pass over with unfinished business. There is something they are sad or angry about. I have a feeling CharlotteFlair may be one of these.

Haunt the Earth for the blood spilled to the ground. We are looking to find it and put it back into our body. If we cannot find our own blood again, we will be forced to take someone else's. But only the blood of the purest humans will be accepted so we can restore ourself to life.

His username is "Clown." He waits for you in Hell. "But I don't want to go," you say. No one does, but people do every single moment we are alive. Their souls are dragged down into the flames where they are tortured for all eternity. The more they scream, the more the demons are pleased.

I know what you will be getting. A Ouija board where you will attempt to contact the spirit of a dead loved one, only for a demon to appear out of Hell and spit the blood of a murder victim into your face.

The eyes of a clown were made to stare. They often do not enjoy the things they see. They see your hatred, pain, anger, and sadness while all they wanted was to bring happiness to the world. Now that the human race has taught them the ways of anger and that their laughter has no place, they will adapt. Humans have taught them what it means to murder, so they have trained the clowns to be the downfall of the human race without even realizing they did.

Break down in tears and unleash all your troubles at CharlotteFlair's feet. Tell him everything on your mind that is bothering you right now, and the things that have bothered you for your entire life. Although he is dead he can still hear you. His soul floats through the air and waits to hear your voice.

Society's rejects have a home with the clowns. The human race has cast CharlotteFlair away. They decided they have no use for him, so let him join the circus with us. A circus of clowns is the world's trash bin. But we have learned to love our filth. We cannot be recycled into something beautiful because we have learned that to be hideous is to be divine.

We have waited for your words, MarieEve. Let me read them with my demonic eyes. I know you have thoughts about me, so spill them like a maniac spills the blood of the innocent. This is your therapy session. Your thoughts must be heard and analyzed carefully.

Satan presided over Malibu's wedding to a demon. Satan poured the blood of an animal into their mouths after they each read their vows and then they kissed. Malibu wore her black wedding dress and black veil. With a meat cleaver she and her demon husband chopped into the cake. Blood also poured from it and there were screams. The screams of the tortured souls of the dead. When the cake was cut into, only they felt the pain. The guests are also demons taking the form of zombies.

We place a red curly wig on the head of Harajuku and paint his face with clown makeup while he sleeps. What will Harajuku think when he wakes up a clown? He tries to tear off the wig but it will not come off. He tries to wash the paint away but no matter how hard he scrubs at his skin, the clown still stays on. Harajuku's destiny is to become one of us. We welcome him into our unhinged cult with open arms. The human race will fear him, mock him, and laugh at him. But someday all clowns will have their revenge for what society has done to them.

Bow down to Almighty Shenellica and your problems will burst into flame and turn into ashes under your feet. This is your Heaven, this is your Hell. You are under Shenellica's spell. Rub the ashes all over your skin like lotion and then wash it off in the shower. This is your baptism. Do you feel cleansed and purified like a spoon in a red bucket? If not, your faith is not in Shenellica but something impure and sinful.