The Mystery of Darkness and Light

We the ones who never sleep,we like stars painting the sky lighting up the world from dark thoughts,in this devils hour with my eyes naked and seeing everything thru the two sided mirror,watch sadly when breaths and souls leave various bodies,when the chimneys breathe and welcome a new day,the white smoke filling the empty sky,not only is this a signal for popes,but new lives showering this earth,in case I never wake,read these lines during the day knowing I never slept writing this,voices emerging from innocent wombs,yet in the morning some shall be covered by tombs,life and death,where do we go from this earth?