the bugged tree is just south of Brodgar Iron, down the river
As I lay dead in my love soaked bed, angels came to kiss my head. I caught one down and wrestled her down to be my girl in death town. She will not fly, she has promised to die, oh what a clever corpse am I.(L. Cohen)
"The psychological trials of dwellers in the last times will be equal to the physical trials of the martyrs. In order to face these trials we must be living in a different world."