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A)

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

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

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

B)

god, the director, smells a rat.
Pulls rabbit from his hat.
the air and he says, ``well, that's that --- I'm going.''
The actors milling helplessly --- the is blowing out to sea.
But what the hell, we didn't even 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 that all you participate
In fierce 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 for god's own sake, and none other.

While ladies get their 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 with the righting wrongs,
Just asking questions that without an answer.
The God is laughing up his
As he himself another cup of tea,
And he goodbye to you and me,
At for now.

C) no

Did you learn your lines 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 told to the spotlights brighter.
There's one seat in the circle --- five hundred in the stalls.
Simply will be there, but the safety curtain falls when
The bomb that's in the room
Blows the windows from frames.
And the prompter in his corner is that he came.

Did you learn your lines well there is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until the lady melts away.
The twelve 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 paint is so thin.
You see the behind is crumbling,
And the door is bricked-in.
But the keep arriving
`till they're in the wings.
And we take the final curtain call, and the ceiling in.