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