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