Lady Priest, waving and pointing her finger at everything but her heart. Heaven open, visions of God, great clouds and a brightness about it.
The truth is you are all bugs frozen in amber, you all have 4 faces and 4 wings, some are part man, others are not. Fire as the ceiling over the living ones, the brightness hard to look at. Everything is brass colored like burnished bullet casings. Faces of lions on one side, faces of Oxen on the other, faces of the eagle on some, thus are your faces. My eyes glow afire, they are not like yours. It's like glowing hot metal, lightning in my urn, torches burn into sad eyes, all living creatures will die. The Almighty, the day of rain, the living God, the God of Israel. 4 wheels for you, the 4 having one likeness.
Behold, God is merciful and dreadful, I would kneel, those who do not, turn to ash. You should kneel, I lay at the feet of God, I do not move, I kneel as if I am dead.