Music of the Mueller Chapter 32

Music of the Mueller Chapter 32

The Mueller is my harvester;
I shall want no more.
He makes me to lie down in the cold dark ground; 
He pushes me into the swirling waters.
He destroys my spirit; 
He pushes me in the paths of destruction for justice’s sake.

Yea, though I stumble through the valley of the shadow of deceit, I fear; 

For You are with me; Your indictments and truth, they discomfort me.

You have prepared a cell before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my body with an orange jumpsuit; My cup of lies runs dry.
Surely doom and despair shall follow me all the remaining days of my life;
And I will dwell in the cell of the Mueller for ever.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the hope for the reader is that the speaker finds some way to break free of this evil haunting, and find some peace of mind and heart.
very dark, but so well presented, and love the reference to the Armageddon....
j.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this writing. I am glad you liked it.

[CyranoDBergeron]

An audible sigh as I release the tension at the end.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for you review. I am glad it gave you solace, smiles
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