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A)

In long of ancient 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 sweet 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 the womb
Of passion plays, and by righteousness
Or in lush contentment of our souls?

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

B)

Then god, the director, 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 the hell, we didn't even pass an audition.
The lines you'll have to improvise. the words are in
The eyes of politicians who their fathers.
And so the play necessitates that all you 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 is really nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
an oath they 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 concerned the righting wrongs,
Just asking that belong 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 your lines well, there is no rehearsal.
The tickets all been sold 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 curtain falls when
The bomb in the dressing room
Blows the windows their frames.
And the in his corner is sorry that he came.

Did you learn lines today? well there is no rehearsal.
The interval last until the ice-cream lady melts away.
The twelve piece orchestra are here, but 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 stage is bricked-in.
But the audience arriving
they're standing in the wings.
And we take the final curtain call, and the ceiling in.