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