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A)

In years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine.
Reflected by the ever-burning of a God who happened 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 want to know, are we the womb
Of passion plays, and by consumed?
Or in lush contentment of our souls?

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

B)

god, the director, smells a rat.
Pulls another from his hat.
the air and he says, ``well, that's that --- I'm going.''
The actors helplessly --- the script is blowing out to sea.
But what the hell, we didn't even an audition.
The lines have to improvise. the words are written in
The of politicians who despise their fathers.
And so the necessitates that all you boys participate
In fierce to eliminate 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 undertake to
you white for god's own sake, and none other.

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

C) no

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

Did you learn your today? well there is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until the ice-cream lady away.
The piece orchestra 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 is so damn thin.
You see the behind is crumbling,
And the door is bricked-in.
But the keep arriving
`till standing in the wings.
And we take the final curtain call, and the crashes in.