Tattered (Purple Reign)

To The Seven Churches I bow to the wind  
Allow my spiritual incantations to the ears to always bend    
   
   
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, civilizations' 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