The Tormented Judgement Day

I dreamt, the grim wrath of judgment day And took my place among the exalted ministries, The divisional angel, with stygian face of mysteries; Was fiercely maze, in oblivion, and resurrect fey, My pang shame exalted with each known face I saw, Never say my sins; but among squalid: abortion-amorous; Those that trance in crimson, and debauch-lucious, I felt the reality of stygian doom, and the heavens allure, Waking up, I had lived half my years on earth, Thinking about nothing but vanity insidious, And the incessant emptiness paddling my faith chaos, Infinity is for time, not you cowed by youth, And me by indignant fate, the list obscene: Was unexplained; till uncertain grave forlorn.