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In front of a white wall, a person with a blue painted head, has their arm raised and is holding a stone. They are shirtless, and have a hairy chest, with black smudges on their body. They are wearing black trousers, and a black belt.
In this image a person with a blue painted head is wearing a dark brown earthy mat, and a brown twig coming from his neck. He is holding a clear water bottle, and pouring water into a brown circle bucket. Opposite him is another person, kneeling watching the water. They are wearing an animal print head scarf.
In this image a person with a blue painted head is wearing a dark brown earthy mat, and a brown twig coming from his neck.
My heart’s weighing heavy, my heart it does bleed. Though it’s in my mind’s eye where pain made its seat. With clear signs a-plenty, why didn't we concede? Unheeded the warnings, we're down on our knees. O dreadful the reaping of all we have sown. The burden of knowing that we’ve always known. The time’s almost up now, the reckoning is here. The time’s almost up now, the end must be near. Farewell to the sunrise, farewell butterfly. Farewell to the corals and birds in the sky. Farewell to the glaciers, farewell to the bees. Farewell to the rivers and the summer breeze. Farewell to the saplings, farewell to the fern. Farewell to the meadows. For all these I yearn. The time’s almost up now, the reckoning is here. The time’s almost up now, the end must be near. The oceans are boiling, the heat does not cease. The waters have risen, the levees were breached. A-thirsting, a-drowning, a-burning, a-freeze. The earth is exhausted, unfruitful the seeds. That smoke in the distance, will soon us here reach. And through the inferno it’s you that I’ll seek. The time’s almost up now, the reckoning is here. The time’s almost up now, embrace me my dear. The doors off their hinges, the pavements all cracked. The cities are empty where once they were packed. Vast landscapes of wreckage. The seasons are gone. Our song’s almost over, we must scavenge on. A-toiling for shelter, to eat only dust. Remember, remember, remember we must. The time’s almost up now, the reckoning is here. The time’s almost up now, the end must be… The ending arrives now, so kiss me my dear.