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