No Wisdom Brings Solace

I've tried to fight pessimism
 To look for an explanation to the prime
 Weakness we seem to convey:
 A strong drive to destroy ourselves
 All statements have turned out to conduct
 To a maze of suspect justifications
 Encased between hermetic walls of incertitude
 Axioms appear so contrived
 And science, the paragon of devious crafts
 I struggle to assimilate this fact:
 No wisdom brings solace
 I start to realize the limitations of
 My attempt to truly understand the misery of men
 The more I look inside,
 The more I' am prone to deride the basis of every creed:
 To know is to be saved
 I'm lost, standing at the crossroads
 With no means to decide on a better course
 No choice appears convenient, no pathway predominates
 Unsure to ever escape my posture of inflexible disbelief
 I decide but to abandon this hunt for significance
 Nothing is true, nothing is eternal,
 There's no reward for steadfast belief
 In a flawed system of assumption
 But a breakdown of cognition gears
 To deprave the core of all knowledge
 And confer it the arrays of faith
 Is to increase the prospect of oversight and absurdity