Yin.

Poke your temple
Third eye of all
An object in the walls 
Seen past the brain filled with fluids honed by most druids 
The skull of us 
Muy Thia the calcified
Instantly, in lies a minds spy of the wicked 
Enhanced, brightness to impeach a false witness
Set, heightened sight on that path, chosen
Nothing to be gifted 
Chakra mines lash out 
Some helpless, many not
Past lives reach deep, out to snag our chosen, seek out tout 
Bouts of gout to mis givings 
Stronger fellows, unspoken yet tasked nightly 
Give blacklight to tag past tokens, cracked,broken 
Shades of smut always geared to fail
To stain the risen type
For only bales of fresh woven, sunny seedlings to feed the light 
Upset for balance 
Hateful for living to love, adoring light 
Yet in darkness, chosen rise, time flies via air tights 
Element, bash the unspoken ones, aware only to hurt the night 
Yang.