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