"Would anyone buy a novel by an autre?"
Other than other, neither this nor that, unfit
Unfit like others to serve the military
Like the fine, young men in the Marine Corps, sans faute
Discipline enough to run marathons, but time
Asks for ambition to overcome the last hit
No one asks Moses whether to part the Red Sea
Yet again would prove the external world exists
Only Moore would know but he'd lift his hands, a crime
No one committed but an American dies
Even innocence can't make the police just chill
But in Chicago, they know jail is no surprise
Until someone serves a prison sentence, to kill
Yet another man is no problem, it persists
Ask Moses to raise the tablets in vain, God's laws
No one cares about, the commandments we follow
Other than the priest and his flock in the chorus
Volumes to project, preach to the choir, they lack flaws
Every subtlety, each confidence trick he knows
Left to him to teach from the book, he sounds hollow
Billions of stars shine but no one knows where Morris
Yes, Morris the cat, where did he go, his 9Lives
After his 8Deaths, who knows what grows between toes
No one but fetish lovers of feet, well, I'm beat
After being thrown in the labyrinthine cave
Under alcohol, Big Book standard print, defeat
Trains children to play their roles until they can save
Red-headed vixens from the flames, the dragon dives
Each time the black sword swings on the coast of Sintra
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