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