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