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