Try to kill it if you wish but some beings are strong enough to transcend death. Gouge the clown's eyes out and juggle them like you are in the circus. But beware, the more you copy the clown's habits, the more you become addicted to them and then you become the clown. Is it something you wish to be? Once you are in the circus, there is no getting out of it. Even when you are dead your soul will haunt the tent.

They drop dead on sight. Everyone knows the clown is a poisonous thing to all beings in existence, so why should its blood be any different? You don't need garlic or a stake in the heart to repel these creatures. All you need is the clown to keep bleeding. Its blood can annihilate all your enemies with one drop. One drop is enough to slaughter an army. Airplanes will pour the blood of a clown on populations during war.

When you are a clown your grave becomes the most popular vacation destination, only people go there with guns waiting to shoot if you should happen to emerge. You cannot trust a clown even in death, though you hope and pray its death is true.

Do you doubt His love for you when you see creatures like Clown allowed to exist freely? Perhaps Clown makes you doubt there could be a God to see such unrepentant wickedness and not intervene. Satan hates the world and that is why he spit this vile thing into existence.

Wherever the clown goes, evil and chaos follow. If you're looking for love, kindness, and compassion, you had better look elsewhere. The clown has none to give. Not for any of the circus performers or a single member of the audience. All the clown can give you is sadness, anger, and destruction. It is such a destruction that it causes your soul to rot from the inside out. To spend five minutes with the clown is to beg for your own death. It is an agonizing, brutal existence to know you are even on the same planet at the same time as such a wretched thing.

If you look at a clown and expect purity, wholesomeness, and innocence, you are a fool. It is the nature of the clown to be wicked, demonic, and have no sympathy for the human race or any of their struggles. They laugh as humans worry about war, money, heartbreak, and disease. All they do is ride a unicycle, juggle, and create balloon animals while the human society bursts apart at the seams. They are untouched and do not care. They find humor in the struggles and the tears.