Its too late..
God says..
They have fought too much for truth.
Happy or sad the clown see through,
and the lost for a destiny the scarecrow dare.
They both bring forth a good war..
They draw each other perfect in sarcastic face.
One lies the other crypt..
God says too late..
For their sins can read by their laughs..
if the clown can be happy,
and the scarecrow can be welcome.