The Conspiring World

The world joins in name, to the one who conspired against you,
He is villain, he is worse than a forthright fortress, of someone loving not.
His love speaks only of himself, of his attributes in mild terms,
A blood is flowing, a mind is perceiving so late into the night.
Trains and planes submerge with authority to act on sole men,
Who need a definite task to take them to heaven, the best abode?
Why is death a walker? When is the mind in a solution?
We are masses like the sun, we delve into matters of the flesh,
But the soul rides its journey to take on enlightenment.
The world will conspire into your heart, lifting you up,
Raising you into distinction, then night will arrive to snatch away eyes.