They're Only Human

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(Meanwhile, at a local fruit store, a grocer have put a dozen bananas, bags of grapes and strawberries in a bag, and give it to one of the customers. He check on the fruits, not noticing a few apples are gone. On top of the store, two figure sat and watch. One is dressed in gold like the sun while the second is dressed in silver like the moon, the sun goddess Arinna and the moon god Allah. Allah ate a apple till it's on the core and throw it away. Arinna just roll her eyes on it.)

Allah: Arinna, my love

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Allah: Arinna, my love. Why isn't it so boring?

Arinna: We're gods Allah darling. If you're so board, why don't you go annoy those humans?

Allah: Humans? Those mindless bugs?

Arinna: Yes, and so many dead ones too. They're such a stupid rats to picked one by one.

Allah: Those humans... (Laugh then sighed)

(Sing) Look at how they crawl around

Upon the ground like little ants

Arinna: (sing) Yes, but how they fascinate

Confusing fate with what is merely chance

(Allah pull her up and they dance while singing.)

Allah: (sing) Isn't it a laugh?

Arinna: (sing) Isn't it a shame?

Allah: (sing) Thinking there is someone in heaven to blame

Arinna: (sing) Yes, but even while blaming fate for the lives that they lead

They hope for the lives that they need

Allah: (sing) Living every day till the day they die

Never getting answer

Arinna: (sing) Yes still asking why

Going through the motions as if there will be a reward

Allah: (sing) While we stay externally board

Both: (sing) They're only human, they don't see

Who they are is who they'll always be

Only human, after all

Allah: (sing) So they push and they shove

Arinna: (sing) With this thing they call love

Both: (sing) Till they fall!!

Allah: (sing) Isn't it a farce?

Arinna: (sing) Isn't it a waste?

Allah: (sing) Struggling to face what can never be faced

Arinna: (sing) Yes, but maybe death can release something more than we share

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