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