I am possessed by the spirits of evil.

I used to be the nicest, sweetest, most innocent clown in the entire circus until a little creature named Lucifer caught my eye and then sent one of his demons to possess me. Now I pray every night before performing at my little circus that all the audience members will drop dead on sight and that my act will be the final thing they will ever see. The corpses fall under the tent like dominoes and all the freaks celebrate with the demons. The clown will walk across the corpses and complain about how they feel underneath his feet.