wearing    the    tears        
        of  failed  workers       
    as water  pearls on her scales    
                                          
     the two  beams  of a  quasar     
                                          
  
      it's, miku, the bright light,       
        the center of the universe        
  
                                          
   launched  to   envelop  the  earth   
  and to watch and open her floodgates  
          even   so  often          
                                          
      to lead the animal choir      
                                          
      now she's eyeing you      
     with a disinterested face      
                                          
       now she's eyeing  you      
    tracing  the shape of things    
          to come