Chapter 71 future

In the countdown to the end of the century I don't believe there will be any surprises It's nothing more than tighter and tighter A series of pressing deadlines And in uneasy guesses Even if I can sneak behind the big mystery How dare I reach out rashly Look up and pat his high-resistance shoulder bear the glance he turns around only the prophets can understand And the martyrs dare to accept Such awe-inspiring, oh, eyes