How to Smack Writer's Block Like An Angry Infant's Momma

It is an arid fight for inner peace,
with neither palpable beauty or defined poetry.
In this fight, one sometimes advances
in the night of anonymity,
in the mud of indifference or misunderstanding
under the storms and bombardment unleashed
by the conjugated forces of repressed pain
and denial, the flesh and the seed
of pure evil which lay deep beneath
the surface in each of us.
But it is through this course of action,
the commencement of this fight,
that the wicked seed is slaughtered,
the angels of the heavens are attracted,
and serenity is granted
to those who seek it most ardently.

- I'm unsure who wrote this or from where I originally copied it down,
but sometimes when I'm staring at my computer like a retard,
it's hellfire for my writer's block;
gets to boiling blood pumping through my grape
when it's frozen stuck, and needs to stay nice and frosty
so I can keep packing two thirds of a snowman.