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