====== Floating Grease Chronicles: Chapter of the Monkey ======
It seems to be a work left behind by an unknown poet from the earliest ages of ancient Benzaitengoku, when poetry had not yet vanished. This should be the opening scroll of one of those works.

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==== I ====

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Monkeys in winter,\\
feast on the seals' raw flesh,\\
and soak in a bathtub for sulfur baths.\\
Oil seeping from the petrified whale remains,\\
paints the moonless pitch-black sky.\\
That beloved asphalt,\\
can build waterproof houses.
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Monkeys in winter chorus atop power poles,\\
singing the trendiest beats from cosmic radio,\\
mocking those rustic frogs.
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They say they'll soon grow wings,\\
soaring freer than falcons in the azure sky.\\
Then the frogs will shed only tears of regret,\\
becoming their cheapest joke seasoning.
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So the monkeys laughed until they cried,\\
yet these tears brought no moon.
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==== XI ====

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Since who knows how many years ago,\\
The monkeys no longer had a Monkey King.\\
They learned to read the wisdom of the moon,\\
And boil asphalt into syrup.
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Asphalt is the shadow of utmost darkness,\\
Both a curse and a wonder of finance.\\
A monkey laughing till tears fall,\\
Has learned the trick of pulling something out of thin air.
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I grant you one minute as a god,\\
While shadow and moon whisper in unison.\\
The animals rejoice with glee,\\
But none expect the end draws near.
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Oh no,\\
An old monkey stops in its tracks, crying out in alarm.\\
On the moon has appeared a crack,\\
That corresponds with the ancient prophecy.
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The end draws near,\\
And the moon shatters.
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The trees remain silent,\\
But the monkeys can no longer climb.
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