He creates stirring Turner waves
To smash survivors begging to be saved.
Wakes to survey; enjoys fiery lakes forming in craters after quakes,
Theirs the Hammer Saint, destruction-favouring devastator.
To show them His favour and patronage he did send trials Job-fashion
Ensured the icy fracture of the grand galleon
That allied Belfast had fashioned
After all, hope’s made for dashing.
Alchemisland 
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