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DOOR OF MOTIVES

DOOR OF MOTIVES

DOOR OF MOTIVES

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

There is a door

of ‘ulterior motives’ that is knocked upon.

When the introduction slowly anticipates

the predator

looks to take the steps of a child, and

his leading

takes you to the tools of protections, knowing

that these obscurities are defined in your mind.

Intelligence is no hazard

and lines will be drawn by these definitions

slicing the opponent

into bits and pieces of his former self.

Your higher self

will morph into his consciousness

and the creation of your adversity

will still his thirst to overcome through words.

Stilling the predator, is glorious

for to stop the sequestering Spirit of demons

is a gift of God and His installments.

The minds stigmata is a veracious hunter

always protecting

and creating the intuitive self within.

To decipher

the purpose of the intention

comes from Wisdom

and this is a blessing of God

whose Light is foraging your ability to see.

If lending love

is the ‘ulterior motive’ that is knocked upon

the door will open

and in your God Power of observation, you

will heal the pains of those in suffrage.

You will become divine by Gods right.

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