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