Commodian, Instructions 43

The trumpet sounds its signal to heaven, the lion lifted up. Suddenly darkness falls with heaven's crash. The Lord lowers his eyes so that the earth trembles. He cries out so that all in the world may hear: Look, I have kept silent a long time, enduring what you have done. Together they scream, weeping, groaning too late. Howling rises, weeping rises, and no room is given to the wicked. What can a nursing mother do, when she herself is burning? The Lord will judge the wicked in the flame of fire, but fire will not touch the righteous — rather it will cleanse them. They linger under one judgment, yet part of the sentence has already wept. The heat will be so great that even stones melt. Winds gather into lightning; heaven's rage roars, so that wherever the impious flees, fire seizes him. No refuge will exist, no ship's stern to save them. The nations blaze; the Medes and Parthians burn in the thousand years, as John's sealed words declare. For after the thousand years they are handed over to Gehenna, and the very structure they belonged to burns while they themselves burn.