What brings this suggestion , dare I say compulsion ..

In countless states of mind I have sought your indulgence ...
Supplications before all others , therefore this graphic acknowledgement before The Keeper of Jahaanam . Barren dogwoods stand guard at the gravel trail , my altruistic reservations , mindful of winged demons along the way .. Twilights confusion seeking redress , placate mortal dishonor before all men , lead my staff into solace , repair a broken mans sinful impropriety , sanctity of numerous hardscrabble days , are hast thou forgotten ? The vilification of fools , fable before kings , a rivers confluence and ablution along granite enclosure ?
A deployment of demons creep o'er the mount soldier , merciless and
begging , damnable .. Unforgiving ..
Pandemonium reeks of sulphuric intimidation , Hades treads his kingdom cunningly .. Radiative embers flow into pools of methane , all manner
of lunacy and devils at his feet , corruption billowing from his every breath ...
Archangels deploy at the portal , even cries for mercy are not allowed their freedom and salvation . As seven days go by even as the downward spiral grows before my very eyes  ,  Beelzebub's confusion laid before me ! Please charlatan my ****** hands will not come clean so allow me the time to relay the sentiments that keep me awake at the midnight hour , when chariots flys overhead at great speed and the dogs inch closer to my bedside , my disease , it's breaking my heart rendering my soul defiled ..
My ***** stained linen , unshaven idiot that I've become with rotted teeth and insecurity . I see the smiles , hear the snickers and read the whims of Satan's entities that stand inside my mirror on a meeting by chance held by one hand while slicing at my wrist with the other.. I feel you Lucifer so my fate you seal .  I hear you Jesus an know the burden you deal ! They call him the lighthouse so make my supplication you ******* child of darkness that quivers long into the night in self induced agony ....!

It is my sincere pleasure to inform you of the return of the Robins to Hill Country .... Stately , regal birds they are , with a dark gray coat and a breastplate of burnt orange ... Telling tall tales of their Winter quarters ,
blessing my backyard by the veritable hundreds ..
Dining voraciously on earthworms and grasshoppers , sifting through the
grass like diligent window shoppers .. Singing sweet melodies and carrying on conversations , 'tis a great blessing indeed to have them home from vacation ...

A millstone of terrific intensity and abject tonnage , hoisted o'er
the muscled backs of goodmen , stone of great magnitude and wealth
bestowed his beloved , kindred recipients ....