one day — not far in the future you’ll struggle with your own it will reach the climax when the clown appears

the scene will commanded by himself no promise for salvation and mercy he’ll choose you by random not by score or by scheme

he’ll acting like a scavenger and shatter your head no signs in past for the coming clown

you’ll be surprised: he mention love

nothing will left just bad memories and a burned shape

the coming clown has no shadow he’s the multiplied evil you’ll not see his real face wearing a mask of a harmless character

never trust the coming clown

his smile will rest your body in a coma like poison of a snake

his jokes will break your bones like glasses smash down to ground

his laugh will burn your breath like combustible liquid