Your soul tears loose from your corporal coating
Free from pain, though misses the former stay
Having neither adoration nor loathing
With time on its hands, it's walking away
Lingering over a far nonstop flight
It's hovering around its latest home
Novelty's giving it a mortal fright
Utter solitude under a frosty dome
Having no human heart, it feels a heartache
Got mundane annoying habits on its bizarre brain
Grudging to fall down into a flaming lake
Too hard to unburden itself of a phantom pain
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