Maybe it’s too late for an intellectual debate,
but a residue of confusion remains.
Changing with the times,
and developmentally tortured minds
are average the citizen’s sources of pain.
Tell me what we’re fighting for
I don’t remember anymore,
only temporary reprieve
And the world might cease
if we fail to tame the beast
from the faith that you release
comes an atheist peace.
Political forces rent
bitter cold winds of discontent,
and the modern age emerged triumphantly.
But now that safety’s gone,
And it’s time to de-evolve
and relive the dark chapters of history
Tell me what we’re fighting for—
No progress ever came from war,
only a false sense of increase
and the world won’t wait
for the truth upon a plate
but we’re ready now to feast on an atheist peace.