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