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