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A)

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

We to know, are we inside the womb
Of plays, and by righteousness consumed?
Or in lush contentment of our souls?

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

B)

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

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to the next film score.
But the rock and star knows his glory is really nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
Pledge an oath they to
Make you white for own sake, and none other.

While ladies get their bedding
To win themselves a son ---
But bad girls do it for the fun of being.
And me, I'm here to along,
And I'm not concerned with the wrongs,
Just asking questions that belong an answer.
The God is up his sleeve
As he pours another cup of tea,
And he waves to you and me,
At for now.

C) no

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

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