The Temptors Not To Write

Good and evil, in between my lines, surveilling, undermined the conquest ailing to divine I think, and can, and so entwine! This endless duldrum of remind in effigy, the pranksters kind is repitition, factual, hind while I creative, lag unsigned! Not now, not this, no not this time my art bewailing must be find, a grace unerring, ears that bind in this assailing, beauty fined! Oh jealous summit, you are primed to my curtailing ~ line by lined, I deafen thee, thy ugly sound attention swailing, my post's mound! Must to God's hailing seek surmount not constant failing, from your flount!