Who will play this theater now?

The stage for all reality debased

We’re left wondering how

to get there, all signs defaced

Follow the march of circus clowns

Disproven theories like confetti strewn

No longer can they mask their frowns

at questions they find jejeune

Blood and money the price of admission

The tenets of a creed unkempt

All non-believers face derision

Heretics deserving only contempt

For they see the facade is cracking

Not money, only truth is lacking

And still the clowns march on