Commodian — Instructiones 42

The trumpet gives a sign from heaven when the lion is taken up, and suddenly there are darknesses with heaven’s crash. The Lord lowers his eyes so the earth may tremble, and he also cries out so that all on the globe may hear: “See, I have long been silent, bearing your things for so much time!” Together they cry, mourning late, groaning; there is wailing, weeping, and no space is given the unjust. What will a mother do for the nursing child when she herself is burned? In the flame of fire the Lord will judge the wicked: but the fire will not touch the just — rather it will lick around. They stay under one order, but a part will weep in the sentence. So great will the heat be that the stones themselves melt; winds drive in lightning; heaven’s anger will rage so that wherever the impious flees he is caught by fire. There will be no help, not even of ships. Yet the flame is parted in the midst of the nations and keeps, so that for a thousand years they may bear bodies for the saints. For from there after a thousand years they are handed to Gehenna, and the fabric they belonged to is burned with them.