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Passports of ownership.

I guess they didn't stop to consider. 

The effects on the sensitive faint of heart. 

Just shut the doors and said stay out. 

Now there's whispers of compulsory and basically no hope for me. 

How in your face, unusual how utterly against the wall. 

I am dumbfounded by it all. 

Other side, other side maybe your door is still open. 

And I can squeeze though. 

My first day as a leper no passport for me, rather keep my family tree. 

Passports once where only used for going overseas, turns out now it's to be amongst the jabbed. 

This punishment of less places to enter is a safety measure. 

I wonder what they are measuring. 

Shunned is an old friend of mine that reappeared today. 

If they put it in law that we are to do as ones told, makes sense to kill the outsider and sensitive souls where for art thou. 

The world is so grey now, and there's a battle at every corner of the moments. 

Lost I am not. 

I know exactly where I belong. 

A touchy subject that bites and blows me away. 

I want to hide from the mandatory mandate. 
I want to get out of here before it's too late. 

Stop the world I want to get off. 

 

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