The number of men who carried the flame continued to increase. And a massive force was gathered just outside the prison, where the evil one had trapped the souls of men. Then with a sounding trumpet, in an instant the siege was underway. The forces of humanity swarmed the enemy camp. They stormed the gates relentlessly. Waving their torches and shouting together. There is none that can stand against the power of fire.

Oh, the misery of my people. I've heard them crying out. Their lamentation. The deafening sound of sorrow. Clothed in anguish. They've been enslaved for generations. But now the time has come. I will deliver them. One fire burns within my soul. Consuming all of the doubt in my mind and infusing my soul with purpose again. Awake from sleep my chosen people. Break the bonds of slavery and step out into new life. Hear the word spoken through flame. A fire that cannot be quenched.

If my body was broken open and you could look inside, would you only find flesh? Just useless parts of an obsolete machine? Would there be any sign of life? Or would you only find death? Would there be any evidence of a human soul trying to escape? If a flame once burned within this shell. Set me on fire one last time. Is there a clear division of soul and spirit, marrow and joint? Can the human body still give you glory even in death? May the ashes tell the story of what work was done within. May my soul pause to witness as this body goes up in flame. Set me on fire.

In the time before the great fall, the power of fire was known to man. Imparted at creation as a vital component of the human soul, and the only knowledge that the enemy did not possess. And the reason that he deceived humanity. Many ages have passed since that time, when the evil one made his pact. When men were yet ignorant to the truth and easily deceived. In exchange for the keys to knowledge, mankind gave up their immortal souls. Corrupted by the enemy, the souls were held. Encased in ice. Indefinitely.

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I stood at the foot of the mountain and watched the fire descend. The earth trembled. Smoke filled the air. I heard the sound of a trumpet calling me into the darkness. I ascended to the top of the mountain. I stood in the center of the flame, yet I was not consumed.

These are the times that try men's souls. In this, the age of obscurity. The world awaits its own demise and all creation cries out. Unleash your devastation. Like a pestilence throughout the land. Bring utter desolation. Let your judgment fall. Pour out your power. Pour out your wrath. Assail the gates of sin and death, and scatter the council of the wicked. To devour evil where it dwells. End persecution. End torment. End despair. Reclaim your creation.

This life is an open wound that will not heal. I cry out to God with all of my strength. Desperately, I reach for Him in the night. This misery keeps my eyes from closing, keeps my mouth from being able to speak. Is this as far as the arm of God extends? Has the fire burned itself out? There is no profit in this way of thinking. I must escape this frame of mind. And when I think of all He has done, when I consider all that He is, I am complete.

And so was the plight of man for generations. Their souls remained frozen. Enslaved in darkness. Until the day that fire fell from Heaven. Those who witnessed the blaze took up torches and carried them into all the earth. Bearing witness that fire would be the key to undoing the enemy's grasp on their souls. Yet there were those who refused to believe, since they had not seen the source of the blaze with their own eyes. Still, many others left all they had behind. They took up torches and carried the flame. I will carry the flame to the end of the earth with me. This fire that burns forever is the only thing that sets me free. They marched deep into the depths of the earth to reclaim their souls from the enemy.

Surrounded by darkness. My body cold. My spirit weak. My greatest attempts to start a fire have proved to be in vain. The flame always fades. The warmth never lasts. And the freezing grip of death is at my throat again. Consumed by despair. My final breath escapes. I can hear the sound of a fire burning all around me, yet I see no light. I feel no warmth. I find no rest.

They stood just inside the walls of the fortress. And looked out upon an endless sea of ice. At first the only sound was of burning torches. But another sound was rising. That of thousands of souls groaning in bitter agony. Trapped just below the surface and awakened by the presence of fire. The sound of the souls crying out for rebirth continued to grow. It became deafening and caused all of the men there to fall on their knees. They drove their torches into the ground and watched as the ice began to melt away. The enemy's grasp was broken by the power of fire, and a great multitude of souls were reclaimed from the ice. But there were many others that did not respond to the presence of fire. They remained frozen. Enslaved in darkness. Forever. Epiloque When the mountains crumble into the sea. When the stars fall from the heavens and scorch the earth. Then every knee will bow before the flame. And every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. Forever.