I see witches riding on brooms. They fill the house and utter screams of terror. No peace rests upon this place.
I see the fire of God bust out of me. I fill up more and more until it shoots out like a nuclear bomb and incinerates those spirits. They are dead.
One day, we will marvel at how small the devil is.
Isaiah 14:16-17
16“Those who see you will gaze at you,
They will ponder over you, saying,
‘Is this the man who made the earth tremble,
Who shook kingdoms,
17Who made the world like a wilderness
And overthrew its cities,
Who did not allow his prisoners to go home?’