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