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A)

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

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

And so the age of man.
They left his in the sand.
glasses raised to a God on high
Who upon them from 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 another from 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 didn't pass an audition.
The lines you'll have to improvise. the are written in
The of politicians who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates all you boys participate
In fierce competition to eliminate other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to write the next score.
But the and roll 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.

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

C) no

Did you learn lines today? well, there is no rehearsal.
The tickets have all been for tomorrow's matinee.
a telegram from the writer,
But is no rehearsal.
The electrician has told 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 falls when
The bomb in the dressing room
Blows the from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry he came.

Did you learn your lines today? well is no rehearsal.
The interval 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 is so damn thin.
You see the wall is crumbling,
And the stage is bricked-in.
But the audience arriving
they're standing in the wings.
And we take the curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.