Tattered

I came to earth to consume the sins    
After the Ten Commandments has been given, my story begins    
Yet, not nailed on a cross    
Each piece of my skin tattered for society’s loveless lose    
My flesh as an Angel one can adore    
For every sinful occurrence, I must aid as earth’s guarantor    
My beloved beings, a soft piece of my skin rips for    
   
Your agony Your pain    
More slashes of skin, as hate continues to rain    
Look at me, who do you see    
A Heavenly Angel, until your sins became the life of me    
   
My skin slowly falls    
As you pray for mercy, my guardianship hears your calls    
As the whips of life strikes, I’ll take the scars of its need    
Through the starvation, the earthly greed    
Thank the Heavenly Father my skin doesn’t earthly bleed    
   
Hopefully, love will always succeed    
As you are praying on your knees    
If not, my skin takes the strife    
An emollient of protection to soothe the impurity elements within your life    
   
Tattered and Battered    
Your tears to me, as I dry them, yes, they do matter    
   
That whispering voice you may hear    
When my skin aches for you to adhere my dear    
My tattered skin weeps for your fears    
So, listen with a keen ear    
My skin tatters for all tears    
   
My skin is ordained and blessed by God’s grace    
No colors, no particular face    
My skin tatters for every race    
   
Therefore, the next time, when you think of doing wrong    
Just remember this Angel’s beautiful, tattered skin Psalms    
The stars, the moon, the earth    
Through the cosmic rebirth    
Angels among us, as they roam    
Assurance to this world’s existence we are never alone    
As long as there’s an Angel’s tattered skin to atone    
   
   
Peace unto humanity