A Killer Tells Me His Murderous Desires

Right before I woke up this morning I had a very long dream. I won’t type the whole thing up, but just one part.

I was coming out of a very thick forest, almost like a rain forest, and some people were right behind me.

As we were leaving the thick growth, one man said to me, everyone coming out of the forest with marijuana, he was going to kill.

I turned to him and said, “May you never have access to marijuana again. May you never have any of the chemicals in the plants you hate so much.”

I did not recognize him, I didn’t hear his name, but he was obviously an agent of death.

So I will continue my prayer here:

All those who are working to keep marijuana illegal, may you never have access to it again, or any plant like it, starting now and throughout eternity.

Your unrighteous works have caused the deaths of thousands upon thousands, the imprisonment of millions who do not belong in prison, and forcing the rest of society to pay for it.

In the name of Jesus I pray. Amen.