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Ashes to Flesh - Axamenta (No date) Blessed and cursed with the Phoenix's gift Death and birth arrive in one instant so swift The ending of a former life The beginning of feeling alive Rotating shackles determine place and time To create 2 endlings,

Dread holding me under In the darkest waters of confusion The air breathes like rotting earth As a victor, I have never been dying as much Is it the whispering of the night Or the waters cold gaze That takes me back to a far-flung past? I don't know