The chakras that align, in relative due time.

With my blade at my side, a contract then signed.

To find, and destroy, the opposite of black.

Ignite the light, the yin and yang like effect.

Elevate the flow, no need to rush the (El)ohim.

Blinded by the Sun, the Third Eye can see.

They fiend for blood, the lunar cycle at its' height.

By the time it hits night, we're then bound to fight.

Manipulating matter, the elements then collide.

Reminding God, and all the Angels, that I'm a good guy.

Lies built on sand, the situation then revamped.

The little like effect, that lights up like a lamp.

At camp, the band, the fans sway from side to side.

On synthetic like drugs, with an abnormal high.

A sigh of relief, God may now rest.

The rest, was a mess, but we continue to test.

With less, it's hard to finesse, the crowd then shook.

Cooking up the beat, while reading a Top Chef Book.

They look, then agree, the Fallen are alike.

In which, named the "Watchers", the ones with less light.