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