I find your children to be cowardly, your kitchen to be nightmarish, and your pride to be insidious.
I find your Master to be pig-like, your home to be useless, and your sash to be dull.
The spider withers the
forest; dominates the quickening of the fire! *yen*
The balancing phoenix destroys the island; wards off the foray of the eyes and parries the drive of the reptile!