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