In the Fourth Eon of the Sixth Face of the Margery

In the Fourth Eon of the Sixth Face of the Margery,
The Great Great Book of Abore
(Abore, son of Mauf, son of Corbett, 
Second in line to infinity's arse)
Did prophecy - and he did specify - the End of Stuff.
That Book was sealed within 1000 golden seals.
Which, in turn, were sealed within a 1000 silver seals… ad infortnightim.
And each such seal was guarded by the Beast of the Weast.
(Such as he was, the Son of Morbore and sister-in-law of Waynetta Smith.)
Yay! The Bright Beast was of an epic lineage - a traceback
Goin' back t'yonder and… whatever.

So, longest agogo and yet more
(Full five fazillion years before Jabeos's Minge),
There was a wise man of infinite-and-a-half wisdoms
Whom'd foretolded the coming End of Stuff.
That be an End in which the sweet world 
Would be flooded, roasted and flooded - 
At one and the same times.

It was Man's Great Sin which was to blame.
For, in that Great Great Book of Abore…again
(In the thousandth chapter, verse 666),
The Corbetizer did forteld 
The untold arseishness of it all.
And everforthwith behold unto thee
(Through the mints of time and even longer),
Did verily perchance to dream
That the Wise Man - of untold Truthicity -
Did, with an infinite babywipe, 
Cleanse the world of unbeautificatious puritude.

Now and forevermuch, the people's peoples 
Haunt the Dome of the Holy Donkey.
Thencely they look through the mosaic stars
(Stuck to a sublime multiverse)
Into a divine infinite sky
Which promised an end to the End of Stuff -
Lest the end never endeth.

And now, in our most presentish day,
We look back at those ancient times
And wonder why, and wonder how,
It ever came to pass than Man… and Woman…
Should ever dowhatthouwill again.