Chapter 6 It couldn't go on like that
Violence everywhere, — would such living still be protected?
Evil deceives, and makes itself seem
attractive and pleasant; it’s easy to dream,
and wander in by-ways where miseries breed,
and souls become parched and in desperate need.
Soon, how the wickedness spread and increased,
– corrupt, evil thinking and violence released;
causing the Author of good and of life
such grief in his heart at the sad sight of strife.
An end to all he’d made! – so foul
had all become, except
one only, serving, good of soul:
this one was willing to accept,
believe the prophecy, obey
instructions: for the coming day
a place immense, for safety build
before the warning was fulfilled.
None others listened, or believed –
the Monarch waited, watched, was grieved.
Then couples of each creature-sort,
came to this family, were brought.
And catastrophic was that time:
forces full with fury fell
flooding, drowning, pounding storm
changing all the rocky form,
crushing sediment pushed past,
swamping many creatures fast,
living beings petrified
in stone, like statuettes supplied
to bring to mind the great event
whose forces no-one could prevent.
Nothing could be kept alive
but some creatures who survive
in the battering stormy waves,
and the group the Sovereign saves
in their sturdy vessel; – how
they’d been laughed at, what a row,
watched with scorn by those who played,
ridiculing what was made,
mocking, sneeringly so sure
things would go on as before.
How sad, and what will happen now?
A new beginning, to re-grow,
re-populate, and start again.
Will horrid violence cease, for when
such things begin will minds remember
that once the sphere was torn asunder
to bring an end to such behaviour:
now will the place stay happier, better?
[Or will they say it all just happened somehow
and claim hypotheses as tested know-how,
– so scoff away the awesome, truthful answer.
The catastrophic evidence they miss, –
‘These rocks and chemicals could surely end like this,
if steady burial, calm, for long millennia']