They Are Hurting

Shield yourself the flying monkeys are hurting. They want casualties, they want recognition, fame, and it has to be you that made then so furious and sad, it is you they blame. God helps us one by one, He ties shoelaces, makes sure our shirttails are tucked in. The monkey's wedgy, a blubbering dubs their sore eyes, and they are forever upset and unsettled that you do not ever consider their feelings. Be kind to them, tell them they are okay in a very special way. God will keep them safe in their indignant hell until they are well.