After hearing a brief conversation in heaven about he blessedness of the death of the saints, John beholds someone like a son of man with a sharp sickle in his hand. An angel tells him to take his sickle and reap, for the hour to reap has come. Another angel has a sharp sickle, and he also is told to swing it on the earth to gather its grapes and throw them into the great wine press of the wrath of God. Blood flows for 200 miles to the height of horses' bridles.