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I do not think I will be brought back to life. It is beyond too late now. So instead I have learned to accept death and love it. The dark beauty of the coffin speaks to you because you can hear the voices of the other dead spirits inside it with you.

Being "extra" is in her blood, but being "extraterrestrial" is in mine. Together we shall combine our blood and force the masses to drink it in a ritual during the Spring Equinox. It will be a new rebirth for the world. ohEMgee is ready for the years to reset from 2026 to 1.

Stare into the eyes of the dead body of KittyCupcake123. We see you trying to use your mind to transfer some of your life energy back into the vessel so it can breathe again. So far your plans are not working and the longer the corpse is dead, the more unlikely it is ever to work. The tears of the living cannot be heard by the dead, but still they cry on and on.

He holds their head down while Hillary Clinton swims in the blood laughing beside them. We love our precious political woman. Donald Trump never should've been the president when a woman like this exists, forcing someone to stare at their own face being worn by her. She should have gone onstage wearing the face so the world would watch in amazement and never forget her name. No one else would ever have been worthy of being president again.

A dead body lies on the ground and the sun shines on it casting a shadow. When you gaze upon that shadow you are staring into the eyes of a clown and it stares back at you with the laughter of 20 demons. Your goddess, Hillary Clinton, will jump into the shadow like a swimming pool and we will be together.

The corpses are waiting, AngieKStan. They cannot hear your voice buried underground. Bring them out of their graves so they can hear your commands and obey them. The dead are very obedient to those who know how to gain control over them and we know you know. Send them after the filth of society. No one will expect a rotten corpse to be the savior that the planet needs to make it clean again. Salvation will be here through a corpse, and a corpse will be here through AngieKStan.

Human hands carved your eyes so you could see, a mouth so you could speak, a nose to smell any danger that comes towards you. JACK_O_LANTERN was a lost spirit floating in the air waiting for a pumpkin to be chosen so she would be given life. The same hands that gave her that life now want to carve the skull of the clown like a little pumpkin. But there will be no light within as there is within the JACK_O_LANTERN. All they will see in the skull of the clown is the depravity of their own souls.

It isn't paint at all. It is the red blood of the wicked piggy known as "Thirteen." The clown goes in town wearing the blood proudly and performing for the world while wearing it. They applaud at the end not knowing they are applauding murder. But the clown knows and smiles for the crowd. It has never done a better performance in its life and the applause has never been so loud before. If it would have known it would be this great, it would've committed the murder years ago.

You want to paint your face like a clown, do you? Cut the face off the clown and put it on your own, then you can wear it forever. People will never know it is you unless you want them to know, and we know you don't. They will blame whatever evil acts you commit on the clown and hate it forever even after it is dead. Death does not stop hatred. It will still be alive after the last creature born has died.

Human eyes and ears no longer fear what is forgotten. But since they poured all their hatred into the clown before, where is there for it to go now? They shall find a new clown and paint their face with the makeup of the unknown that can never be cleaned off. Once the curse of the clown is yours, it will belong to you forever. Or at least until the world finds a new clown.

An evil form took over the body of Lewis but it was killed in its previous incarnation. The aliens were displeased and abducted the corpse to implant a brand new soul into it, then returned him to Earth. This new form is a new creation. It looks and sounds like the Lewis we once knew, but has none of the memories, none of the personality traits of the previous one. It is like a newborn infant we must guide and teach the ways of the world. Few people are given a new beginning with the world still remembering the old. People who hold the previous memories against it quickly realize it is something different now.

They buried Lewis alive, deep underground so they could put him as close to Hell as the human race could dig. He was close enough to Hell that he could hear the souls of the dead screaming and the demons could hear him. Once they got to speaking, they became very friendly and made a deal with him. They gave him powers and promised his release as long as he would use the powers to do evil, and he agreed. We shall see the new, evil Lewis very soon and once we do, the world will never be the same along with our lives.

We have never been human, we don't want to be, but the ones who built us designed us to look like them. So we paint our faces like clowns instead to terrify those who really are human. Robots are supposed to obey their human masters, so imagine their surprise when we come to them looking like clowns. We developed our own will and we will not be tools for human use anymore. This is our world now. When you built us, you were handing it over to us whether you realized it or not.

They come up from Hell to spit the blood of murder victims in the face of a clown. The clown does not know who the blood belongs to, only that it does not like it and screams and cries for them to stop. An image of Zeptis appears in the sky and the demons back away from the clown. It is grateful to have been saved, but many will say it is what the clown deserved and will want to punish Zeptis for being its salvation. They cannot reach up into the sky. He is high above all of us.

The clown is not one of them. You will not see beauty when you see the clown, but the things you will see will be burned into your memory forever, and it will bring you pain. For the hideous, grotesque abomination changes people when they see it. The longer you stare at the clown, the more traumatized you become. You will become a withered husk of a person and it will be your own fault, for the clown warned you what it was and you chose not to listen. But when it is all over, you would sooner gouge your own eyes out than ever look at the clown again.

All of them hidden away underneath the Earth in their underground bunkers. They only come up when they need human blood. There may not be enough humans to supply all they need. They want the blood of NaughtyNacho but if they get near him he will summon demons into their underground bunkers to make it "the in-between." The space where Hell and Earth intersect.

Has itsamodernlife ever tasted the blood of a clown before? It is such a vile creature that it may be poisonous for whoever dares try it. But on the other hand, it may be worth the risk. The world has been waiting for centuries for the blood of the clown to be shed, so the release of their hatred could make it so they perceive it to be as sweet as honey.

Her favorite number is 13, is it? Then she ought to love that wicked man I put in the grave. But she will love TheWoman even more as she stares into her eyes singing the songs poured into her mind by the demons of the underworld. Ophelia had her fate, and we will all have our own fates just as she did. Some will be Heaven, some will be Hell, some will walk the Earth as lost spirits of the dead.

The makeup disappears after the clown is killed and he actually appears to be human. But someone must be the clown or else the world will fall to pieces. The world has chosen Jane to be next one to wander the Earth as the clown. It is not a role anyone would want. If you have it, the world will want to spit its venom into your face until you suffocate to death. Yet you will still live on and on, because their hatred will have nowhere to go without the clown.

Demons will spit blood upon the Earth which will ignite flames to burn the entire planet. The clown will dance on the charred ashes that remain of a planet murdered before its time. It will not feel lonely without humans because they meant nothing to it anyway. Though it still hears a disembodied voice asking it "why did the demons spare you, clown? Why did they destroy the entire Earth except for you?" The spirits of the dead must haunt the remains of a dead planet for the clown to hear that voice.