Empire

Do not mess with the mind
The vault of complex perceptions
Is not a toy

Its vast landscape
Ever changing
Ever evolving
In some you see the lay
When you look at them
Scars and stories
Make up our views

We judge too quick
And relent too slow
And so we find ourselves
Toying with the mind
Playing tricks,
As if,
It would make it true

That is the reason one should not mess with minds
Truth is the center of its land
Like all roads lead to Rome
All thoughts lead to truth
When truth is lost,
Split between to ideals
Like Rome and Constantinople
An empire diveded will eventually fall
To any who has the whim and will to take it

It is like this with the mind,
And the truth it holds close.
Take that away,
And you have become
A vandal of the worst kind
Because you've left an empire
To wither and die.