Scenario

<br>In long years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine.<br><br>Reflected by the ever-burning sigh of a God who happened by.<br><br><br><br>And in the dawn, there came the song<br><br>Of some sweet lady singing in his ear.<br><br>Your God has gone, and from now on,<br><br>Youll have to learn to hate the things you fear.<br><br><br><br>We want to know, are we inside the womb? <br><br>Of passion plays, in thy righteousness consumed? <br><br>Or just in lush contentment of our souls? <br><br><br><br>And so began the age of man,<br><br>And they left his body in the sand.<br><br>Their glasses raised to a God on high,<br><br>Who smiled upon them from the sky.<br><br><br><br>So take the stage.<br><br>Spin down the ages.<br><br>Loose the passion.<br><br>Spill the rage upon your son<br><br>Who holds the gun up to your head.<br><br>The plays begun.<br><br><br><br>Then god, the director, smells a rat.<br><br>Pulls another rabbit from his hat.<br><br>Sniffs the air and he says ``well, thats that--im going.