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