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A)

In long years of time, stood alone a friend of mine.
Reflected by the ever-burning sigh of a God who by.
And in the dawn, there came the song of some sweet singing in his ear.
Your God has gone, and from now on, you'll have to to hate
The you fear.

We want to know, are we the womb
Of passion plays, and by righteousness
Or just in lush of our souls?

And so the age of man.
They his body in the sand.
Their raised to a God on high
Who smiled them from the sky.
So take the stage. spin the ages. loose the passion.
Spill the rage upon son who holds the gun up to your head ---
The begun.

B)

Then god, the director, a rat.
Pulls another rabbit his hat.
Sniffs the air and he says, ``well, that --- I'm going.''
The actors milling helplessly --- the script is out to sea.
But what the hell, we even pass an audition.
The lines you'll to improvise. the words are written in
The eyes of who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates that all you boys
In competition to eliminate each other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to write the film score.
But the rock and roll star his glory is really nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
Pledge an oath undertake to
Make you white for god's own sake, and other.

While ladies get bedding done
To win themselves a son ---
But bad do it for the fun of just being.
And me, I'm here to along,
And I'm not with the righting wrongs,
Just questions that belong without an answer.
The God is laughing up his
As he pours another cup of tea,
And he waves to you and me,
At for now.

C) no

Did you learn your lines today? well, is no rehearsal.
The have all been sold for tomorrow's matinee.
There's a from the writer,
But is no rehearsal.
The has been told to make the spotlights brighter.
There's one in the circle --- five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone be there, but the safety curtain falls when
The bomb that's in the dressing
Blows the from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is that he came.

Did you learn your lines today? well is no rehearsal.
The will last until the ice-cream lady melts away.
The piece orchestra are here, but there is no rehearsal.
The first violinist's hands are chilled --- he's deaf in both ears.
Well, the scenery is colourful, but the paint is so thin.
You see the behind is crumbling,
And the stage is bricked-in.
But the audience arriving
`till standing in the wings.
And we the final curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.