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A)

In years 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 sweet lady singing in his ear.
God has gone, and from now on, you'll have to learn to hate
The you fear.

We to know, are we inside 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 raised to a God on high
Who smiled upon them the sky.
So take the stage. spin the ages. loose the passion.
Spill the rage upon your son who the gun up to your head ---
The begun.

B)

Then god, the director, a rat.
Pulls rabbit from his hat.
Sniffs the air and he says, ``well, that --- I'm going.''
The actors milling helplessly --- the script is out to sea.
But what the hell, we even pass an audition.
The lines have 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 film score.
But the rock and roll star knows his glory is nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
an oath they undertake to
Make you white for god's own sake, and other.

While get their bedding done
To win themselves a 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 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 your lines today? well, is no rehearsal.
The tickets have all been 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 in the circle --- five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there, but the safety falls when
The bomb that's in the room
Blows the windows from frames.
And the prompter in his is sorry that he came.

Did you your lines today? well there 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 is colourful, but the paint is so damn thin.
You see the behind is crumbling,
And the stage is bricked-in.
But the audience keep
`till they're in the wings.
And we take the final call, and the ceiling crashes in.