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