If It Falls, the World Will End (+Translation)

The stone goes back and forth. It drags against the sky, pulling clouds between the sun and moon. My hand to her hand, the polished pebble passes between purified palms. She tosses. I clench. The water shatters below us – me, then her, me, then her.

Da stone go bak and fort. Da ting going drag in da sky, go pulling clouds between da sun and moon. My hand to hers, da shiny rawk go pass between palm. She toss. I grab. The wada shaddas da kine – me, den her, me, den her.