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