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 song
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