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, 1 malign The skin is burnt to cinder New flesh is born unhindered I am not One Solemn Entity - Going through a myriad of conversions - But a whole entirety Unbound by the strings of time So one man's breath is another's death A premonition that's been often said Incarnating eternally Choosing 1 identity Sometimes awakening in a foreign land Once 1 drowned in water, now 1 in sand Believing what the eyes can see: "A nation in atrophy"