I Never Wanted To Die.

I never made a way out of hell
neither did I come from sub-sections of hatred
the blossoms are too rigid
the night cries blood, what if I am just a stranger?

life after death has found it's definition
way before Earth, and war for Humanity
all of a certain are subject of perfection
I am ill treated baldly
I never made choices
I am too young for hatred......