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A)

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

We want to know, are we inside the
Of passion plays, and by righteousness
Or just in lush contentment of our

And so the age of man.
They left his in the sand.
Their raised to a God on high
Who smiled them from the sky.
So the stage. spin down the ages. loose the passion.
Spill the rage your son who holds 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's --- I'm going.''
The actors milling --- the script is blowing out to sea.
But the hell, we didn't even pass an audition.
The you'll have to improvise. the words are written in
The eyes of who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates that all you participate
In fierce competition to eliminate other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to the next film score.
But the and roll star knows his glory is really nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
Pledge an oath they to
you white for god's own sake, and none other.

While ladies get their bedding
To win a bouncing 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 up his sleeve
As he pours 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 tickets have all been for tomorrow's matinee.
There's a from the writer,
But is no rehearsal.
The electrician has been to make the spotlights brighter.
There's one in the circle --- five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there, but the safety curtain when
The bomb in the dressing room
the windows 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 until the lady melts away.
The piece 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 is so damn 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 the final curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.