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Invocation and Prologue
Hearken, O Muse, to this tale I do tell
Of an era on earth reminiscent of Hell
While great strides in technology, science, and art
Were made, so did evil steal over the hearts
Of leaders and men who assumed power, control
And wreaked havoc with their malicious goals.
A new era dawned on the children of man
One steeped in darkness and deepening a plan
Of Evil and Hatred, Corruption and Greed
But through this thick mire arose a new creed.
For the Monkey King, our hero tonight
Muse, fell victim to a vicious plight
The scourge of delusion, self-righteousness, fear
Seduced by the voices whispered in his ear
By ill-meaning forces of failure and fate
To these he fell pray, our hero of late.
So help me, O Muse, in telling this tale
Inspire my pen, my mind to set sail.
For the sons and daughters of women and men
Must hear the tale of the Monkey King and...
his minions
So their mistakes don't repeat
Muse, I rest my pen at your dear feet.
The Epic of The Monkey King
Wind swept swiftly o'er fields of wheat
Their stalks wound 'round bushes in rows neat
The state of Naxet, the Monkey King's land
Would have fallen in the great Battle of Desertland
The men, the women, armed to the hilt
Crept on their bellies to gather the gilt
That fell from the horses and Electric Birds,
The Sonic Reducers mixed with elephant herds conflagration of chaos ensued on the land,
For the black-robed men dropped poisonous sand.
The powder was white and damaged worse than a pest
Touching everything in its midst with a mist of death.
The Gods first frowned, and then they laughed,
For they themselves had been plagued with the gas
The fumes from the death-powder rose to the air
Fantastically, gloriously, like waves of blonde hair
When they reached the Gods,…
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