Rocking To Hell

I thought it was a neglected truth well reminded to us tonight.

Compromising the true standard due to our comfort
Giving in to limp excuses (defined as lies under the skin of deception)
Requiring all circumstances to appease oneself
Stepping back when it's time to step forward

It's fat-hope fantasy
Temporary lullaby
That rocks us to hell.
Brrrgh.

Discomfort is sometimes needed to lead us to a new level; a new territory to inherit for ourselves
It prods us to where we are unfamiliar
But we see too much with our naked eyes
We entangle ourselves with the matters of this world
We fail to see what's the good that's coming from this temporary-trouble.

I rather face the reality
I rather dare to be visited by death
So I know the meaning of life
It's better to smell the stench of death
And experience its difference from the fragrance of life
Then to think it normal when I only know the fragrance of life
You want maximum-living?
You want the adrenaline rush?
You want the fireworks bursting within you?
How can you know the difference if everything's perfect all the time.

When I see death,
I choose to live.
It is an easier, and smarter choice.
Because I know the one
Who is Life himself,
My first breath.
And all I need
To overcome all kinds of deaths.