The Devil’s Plants

 “King, who are you talking to?” Jessie asked.

King sat up straight. I think it was the devil.

At this moment he’d caught Jessie’s attention.

“What is he saying?” Jessie asked.

“He wants me to see the human race as they are. He wants me to leave them behind so he can finish the job,” King replied.

“What job?” Jessie responded.

“Jessie, you know the story, I’m not schizophrenic, I  took a walk like Jesus did. I walked down the streets that carry my name and all I saw were conniving weed and drug addicted people selling to people who proudly accepted. I got to talk to a real decent man named West and he told me about his relationships and family. Very sad story. Jessie, there’s no mercy out here, just blood and just like God the devil wants his kingdom,” King explains.

“Is it that serious?” Jessie replied.

“You see this scar Jessie? I got this scar from my own ethnicity. All pain. Hell on earth. My own people left me for dead. They called me the “N” word. They fed my entire family drugs and alcohol, and they happily accepted, I have nothing left. The devil needs me to submit so he can have it all. I’m stuck in the middle and he won’t leave me alone. After all of the pain, the weight is heavy. He won’t stop,” King said.

Jessie looked his dear friend in the eyes, “Run King, just run from this place and don’t look back.”

King, hearing the voice calling him outside of the room to make a deal balled up his fist, “Jessie, he took my mother from me. She was the only friend I had. She was too weak to fight him by herself, he’s devouring everything and everyone I love.”

“Jesus said turn the other cheek King,” Jessie said watching King get up off of the floor only to fall back down.

“King, what are you doing?” Jessie said.

“I’m tired of running. He took everything from me. I’m going to fight. Tell what ever family that I have left that I’ll see them on the other side. He’s going to take me to the underworld and I’m going to kill him and his entire Army. I’m going to force God’s hand to help. I’m going to prepare a place for you and those who marched with me,” King says while getting up off of the floor to go outside.

Jessie couldn’t help but notice that he used his fist to get up off of the floor the second time. As King leaves he then hears a gunshot and finds King’s body trembling outside of the room on the balcony.

He looked around as the world got darker and the people basked in the devil’s plants. 

Little did Jessie know is that those left behind were left with no King. As he fought in the underworld they would have to fight like hell on earth and do it non-violently without the devil’s plants. Those who ate them and traded them lost the battle. Those who kept fighting would eventually see King waiting for them in the afterlife. Sitting on the throne with the tree of knowledge and a rainbow behind him the dream was worth fighting for. It was true, in the end the righteous win the battle, God keeps his promises. 

Long live the dream.