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A)

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

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

And so the age of man.
They his body in the sand.
Their glasses raised to a God on
Who upon them from the sky.
So take the stage. 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.
another rabbit from 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 even pass an audition.
The you'll have to improvise. the words are written in
The of politicians who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates that all you boys
In fierce to eliminate each other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to write the 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 white for god's own sake, and 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 asking questions 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 your lines well, there is no rehearsal.
The tickets 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.
one seat in the circle --- five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there, but the safety curtain when
The bomb that's in the room
the windows from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is that he came.

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