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