Maybe it’s too late for an intellectual debate,
But a residue of confusion remains.

Changing with the times,
And developmentally tortured minds
Are the average 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 [bad word] an atheist peace.

Atheist peace.

Political forces rent
Bitter cold winds of discontent
And the modern age emerged triumphantly.
But now it seems we've stalled
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 [bad word] upon a plate
But we’re ready now to feast on an atheist peace.