I see two flames burning with fiery power. From the first fire, a big voice speaks with great reverence, while the angel considers his El with his everything. So he brings his charge before God, yes about peoples and nations that regard every abomination above everything else, even heaven. He tells of Christianity, for the great lie they had great reverence, this while they deeply despised the Truth with their entire being.  

I see two lightnings hitting with fiery power and I hear two voices speaking from God’s Authority and Power. From the second lightning comes a voice that laughs scornfully, mockingly, while it thunders, oh how heavy is the load of this scale. So, let the Good Spirit never softens toward evil again. Therefore, receive your sentence, oh abomination-world, with a loud bang. Look, the middle of your warm sunshine day turns into a cold, pitch black dark night.

I see two candles burning and a voice speaks from the first flame, a voice that can only soften before the Face of his El. He tells of an abomination one-world-order-flag, of Mason haughtiness and their glory-power. He tells of the last little set-apart sanctuary, so despised and trampled under their impure feet. He asks for Godly intervention, before the Balaam-doctrine will come and rape even the little maiden, Sion.