Five Way Heart
Torn in each direction
Heavily each force draws
Enveloping the sole will
Yearning to be free
Except it’s not enough
X over each lie and fault
Perceiving gone they still are there
Each wound from each tare
Combining to make one rift
There’s only one cure
Yet this torn heart can’t find it
Out of five masters makes loyalty to none
Understand only One can last
Then in the end
Only the choice made will stay
Being whole or severed
Entirely up to the four who remain
Perhaps you can see
Every day in service of many
Returns as a shackle to break
Five way heart
Entreating to becoming whole
Comes to the one Master
That heals all wounds and is made one soul
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