Zeniff's son, Noah, was probably the single worst choice anyone could have made for the next king. Seriously, I have absolutely no idea how this man became king. He decided he hated his father's religion and kicked out all the old priests, replacing them with lustful, greedy, ambitious creeps. He taxed the people to near starvation to build a throne of gold, and he became a drunkard. The one, single good thing he did for his people was to build a tower near his palace so he could see if the Lamanites were coming to attack them. Everyone hated Noah, but unfortunately, he had quite a bit of influence on the people anyway. They became hardened and ungrateful, forgetting all God had done in sparing them from the Lamanites during Zeniff's reign. They were setting themselves up for destruction, but God always sends multiple warnings to his people, giving them time to repent before they destroy themselves. His first warning to the Nephites during Noah's reign came in the form of a prophet called Abinadi.
Fare thee well, friend!
P.S. Hey, so according to Google, today is the birthday of one of my absolute favorite authors, Zora Neale Hurston! So. Amazing! I love her to pieces. So Happy Birthday, though you have long since passed. Hope to shake your hand in the afterlife!