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