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A)

In long of ancient 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 of some sweet lady singing in his ear.
Your God has gone, and from now on, have to learn to hate
The you fear.

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

And so the age of man.
left his body in the sand.
Their glasses raised to a God on
Who smiled them from the sky.
So take the stage. spin the ages. loose 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.
Sniffs the air and he says, ``well, that's --- I'm going.''
The actors milling --- the script is blowing out to sea.
But what the hell, we even pass an audition.
The lines you'll have to improvise. the are written in
The eyes of politicians who their fathers.
And so the necessitates that all you boys participate
In fierce competition to each other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to write the next score.
But the rock and roll star knows his glory is nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
Pledge an they undertake to
you white for god's own sake, and none other.

While ladies get bedding done
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 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 tickets have all been sold for matinee.
There's a telegram the writer,
But is no rehearsal.
The electrician has been to make the spotlights brighter.
There's one seat in the circle --- five hundred in the stalls.
everyone will be there, but the safety curtain falls when
The bomb in the dressing room
Blows the from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is that he came.

Did you your lines today? well there is no rehearsal.
The interval will last 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 gone deaf in ears.
Well, the scenery is colourful, but the is so damn thin.
You see the wall is crumbling,
And the door is bricked-in.
But the audience keep
`till they're in the wings.
And we take the final curtain call, and the crashes in.