Though the weather outside is freezing and the state has turned to ice but I am here burning, not because I am inside where it is toasty, rather my heat comes from deep inside me where hellfire burns. I am tortured by the sins of my past but winds come in a redemptive wave, picking me up off my feet and sweeping me to greater ground. I am weak, this I do not deny but where my body has failed me, and where my mind ceases to travel, my soul shall press on. I will grow stronger by leaps and by bounds. The demons that plague me, those vile serpents clinging to the deepest regions of flesh, coiled around arthritic bones, have awaken thunder, wrathful, and waged battle immortal against the strongest of the strong. The body is now and so is the mind with it but the soul is immortal, with a fierce resolution. What will is this that has the power to defy God? And the Antichrist whose handsome smile parades amongst the hosts of a thousands demon souls, secretly scowls, trembling in fear of this soul. A battle this way comes. The march of Gog and Magog shakes the earth. Where is Gia to hide? As man has authority over man and binds him with barbwire words of 'can't' and 'won't', the Father gives true authority and frees man with the power of 'can' and 'will'. What have you Satan over us? For we can do what no angel, fallen or otherwise, can, that is, become like God! Envy us for we are more powerful than you! Still this fire deep inside me burns. It devours my flesh, it turns my mind to ash, but it does not destroy my soul for it is my soul! Now I turn to the world and to the armies of Gog and Magog and warn that if any man or demon should stand in defiance before me then he shall be incinerated by the will of my soul!