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A)

In long years of ancient time, stood a friend of mine.
by the ever-burning 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 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 righteousness
Or just in contentment of our souls?

And so the age of man.
left his body in the sand.
Their glasses to a God on high
Who smiled upon from the sky.
So take the stage. down the ages. loose the passion.
the rage 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 --- 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 to improvise. the words are written in
The eyes of politicians who despise fathers.
And so the necessitates that all you boys participate
In competition to eliminate each 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,
an oath they undertake to
Make you white for god's own sake, and 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 to sing along,
And I'm not concerned the righting wrongs,
Just questions that belong 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 lines today? well, there is no rehearsal.
The tickets have all sold for tomorrow's matinee.
a telegram from the writer,
But is no rehearsal.
The electrician has been told to the spotlights brighter.
There's one in the circle --- five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone be there, but the safety curtain falls when
The that's in the dressing room
Blows the from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry 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 are chilled --- he's gone deaf in both ears.
Well, the is colourful, but the paint is so damn thin.
You see the wall is crumbling,
And the door is bricked-in.
But the keep arriving
`till standing in the wings.
And we the final curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.