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