The Watchers

Silver dove..
Wondrous lust..
Shiny medallion, misguided trust.
A sanctuary I've found..
Trampled over holy grounds.
Distorted view of a stone cold truth that the useless tend to stew in senseless..
The moon is to be nuked at sunset..
No rhyme or reason for getting upset.
The portion of the potion made of poison is enjoyment and is joined by reclusive useless people..
The devil needs assistance..
He needs a volunteer..
Inside a constant spinning planet management is real.
Defending the heavens is a necessity..
The spirit is breathing in the recipe..
Redeemed but reduced to a useless little group, but the watchers are watching me and you...