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