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A)

In years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine.
Reflected by the ever-burning of a God who happened by.
And in the dawn, there the song of some sweet lady singing in his ear.
Your God has gone, and now on, you'll have to learn to hate
The you fear.

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

And so the age of man.
left his body in the sand.
Their glasses raised to a God on
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)

Then god, the director, a rat.
another 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 what the hell, we didn't even an audition.
The lines you'll to improvise. the words are written in
The eyes of who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates that all you boys
In fierce competition to eliminate other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to write the film score.
But the rock and roll star 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 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 concerned the righting wrongs,
asking questions that belong without an answer.
The God is laughing up his
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 have all been sold 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 be there, but the safety curtain falls when
The that's in the dressing room
Blows the windows their frames.
And the prompter in his is sorry that he came.

Did you your lines today? well there is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until the ice-cream lady away.
The twelve piece orchestra are here, but is no rehearsal.
The violinist's hands are chilled --- he's gone deaf in both ears.
Well, the scenery is colourful, but the paint is so thin.
You see the behind is crumbling,
And the door is bricked-in.
But the audience keep
`till standing in the wings.
And we take the curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.