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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 sweet 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 consumed?
Or just in lush of our souls?

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

B)

god, the director, smells a rat.
Pulls another rabbit his hat.
Sniffs the air and he says, ``well, that's --- 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 of politicians who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates that all you participate
In competition to eliminate each other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to the next film score.
But the rock and roll knows his glory 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 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 lines today? well, there is no rehearsal.
The have all been sold for tomorrow's matinee.
a telegram from the writer,
But is no rehearsal.
The electrician has been to make the spotlights brighter.
There's one seat in the circle --- five million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there, but the curtain falls when
The bomb that's in the dressing
Blows the from their frames.
And the in his corner is sorry that he came.

Did you learn your lines today? well is no rehearsal.
The interval will until the ice-cream lady melts away.
The twelve piece are here, but there is no rehearsal.
The first violinist's hands are chilled --- gone deaf in both ears.
Well, the scenery is colourful, but the paint is so thin.
You see the wall is crumbling,
And the door is bricked-in.
But the audience arriving
they're standing in the wings.
And we take the final call, and the ceiling crashes in.