The woman's arms, little more than stumps, try unsuccessfully to shield her charred and blackened face from heat that is no longer there. The sounds that come out of her mouth are barely human, and discolored blood seeps out from beneath peeling folds of burned skin.
Left crippled and scorched, yet still immortal are these unfortunates.
True believers, millennial saints sometimes fall. They personally offended Yeshua. Left scorched and crippled by the hand of God they must crawl on the stumps of their arms and legs across the courtyard, drinking rainwater and eating whatever worms or insects they can catch. Still exalted, they cannot die from starvation or malnourishment. They await the end of the thousand year reign when they might be given their day in court at the final judgement.