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