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