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