Uncertain Infernal Doom

As slow as night come to pass, I too were becoming a bygone, Remembered me, as child as dawn; Whose faculty was empty; now a poetic sass, And as slow as night come to pass, I shall die, Leaving cerebral inane eating me unsolved. As Fate don't care about my faith nor holiness. As What my eyes, ears, emotions took in, are unvie, Can this our infinite world of maze be vanity? Coming with worries, and going with worries, Lie in a perfect religion of birth in assurance, Atheists of others faith to infernal unidentity; In the smooth route of uncertain upon uncertain, Oh you death, the only unclaimed, and certain.