Vision Games

We shall make them as dry leaves,
helpless and rootless
Devoured by envy,
Empowered by idols,
Following nothing,
Borrowing hopes,
I have many,
I will trade,
I have bearing,
They will cede,
I have prayers,
They must fail,
God has an answer,
They were vain,
God has a number,
They were wrong,
God can cool his temper,
They cannot create,
They are still trying,
Forgiven,
I must act,
For money they form a pact,
Troublesome scenes they enact,
Quarrelsome hurricanes that passionately react,
Their hatred makes distortion seem like fact,
On my feet I strive and lack,
On their way they become neglectful and sad,
God does not guide traitors,
He only wills success,
Shames the mockers,
Blames the innovators,
Taints the fame of a clueless trader,
Regains the reign for the meek conquistador,
Claims the fruit for the tricked believer,
Reveals the bloom for the impatient slave,
Seals the fate of the unjust nation,
Repays honour for the absurd mention,
Relays a greeting from the steadfast believer,
How do you mention your Lord.
The Sublime mention always wins.