? Ysircopyh? Poem by Gil Gregorio

It's been the mother of pride:
the energizer of stiffneckedness,
a piercing pin of lewdness,
a coagulator of abominations,
a creator of gross destructions!

It's the rust of the soul:
a flaming heat of lasciviousness
that thrills every bone and flesh;
an outpouring of evil from within,
a tumultous agony engraven.

It's a pinch of sensitive skin:
a piercing pain of heart's burn
enabling the rotten wound to nip;
an outburst of hidden anger
cutting through unexpected provocation!