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A)

In long years of ancient time, stood alone a of mine.
Reflected by the ever-burning 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 to learn to hate
The you fear.

We to know, are we inside the womb
Of passion plays, and by consumed?
Or in lush contentment of our souls?

And so the age of man.
They left his in the sand.
Their glasses to a God on high
Who smiled them from the sky.
So take the stage. spin 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 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 what the hell, we didn't even an audition.
The lines have to improvise. the words are written in
The eyes of who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates all you boys participate
In fierce to eliminate each other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to the next film 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.

ladies get their bedding 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 with the righting wrongs,
Just asking questions 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 today? well, there is no rehearsal.
The tickets all been sold for tomorrow's matinee.
There's a from the writer,
But is no rehearsal.
The electrician has been told to make the brighter.
one seat in the circle --- five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there, but the safety curtain falls
The that's in the dressing room
Blows the windows their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is that he came.

Did you learn your lines today? well is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until the ice-cream lady away.
The twelve piece are here, but there 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 keep arriving
`till standing in the wings.
And we take the final curtain call, and the ceiling in.