Mouth of Cedar - Ushered Out from the Plane of Existence

When scorched is the body and burned is the oil of life and our
mundane sinews candle flickers out Will consciousness still
be rife, within the afterlife?
Or from the plane of existence will we be ushered out?
To never think or feel again, forgetting all that life's about?
Will our senses remain, as such as we've begun to know?
Or all the things we've learned from life, by death, will soon forgo?
Will all the things our lives did bring melt away like morning dew?
All thoughts apprehended in the morning disappear in the afternoon?
And at day's end when the bell starts to toll, and the sky is brimmed with death's afterglow, will there be an eternal flame rising about?
Even though, our candles, henceforth, have snuffed out?
For what can we know, but that death is the only real truth, The impeding axiom we mortals cannot but await; How can we then begin to speak of heavenly or fiery fate?
The uncanny certainty that some have to confidently claim, that they know the things of which we cannot seek, yet overlooking all evidence, fact or counterclaims.