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