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Sunder the Underground

I'm underground, sunder bound
To wonder around and blunder downed
Drowned down in my own sense sound
As I see the undone become the found
Let me ask, let me task
Let me pass, let me pass
I'm on jet control minus some role gas
As I reverse front to back, then attack
Painted up black lackin', trackin', mackin' cataracts (lacking, tracking, macking)
Lost my eyes back in Iraqs
I'm blind, do the addition, I subtract minus inner sinus vision
Then I act, break the tact, of society; notoriety with fiendish piety
A facade, of odd, so you sit and nod
As beats rearrange your proverbial pod
A non verbal swerve full of knowledge shod
Others you have heard, but my voice is God
So silence thought or be brought for trod
Not your King but brother, no "kneel before Zod"
It's just that my flow is odd like a rod used for catching cod
The fish? That dish? I wish!
Delish. Instead a mix
Of manic swirls, panic twirls
Whirls chased to furl
In sundry dresses and church hurled worlds

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