I am the King of Monkeys,
Sun Wukong is my name.
Don’t call me ordinary,
I’m far from it.
I was born from rock,
but I’m a ball of energy.
I am an immortal.
A Buddha of sorts.
My life has spanned centuries,
some spent under mountains,
as punishment for being me.
The gods cannot control me,
I deserve to be honored.
My name was removed from the Book of Life and Death,
I have that power.
You don’t.
I can travel 108,000 li in one somersault,
further than you could ever dream of reaching.
My forms are ever-changing,
I could fit in your ear
or cause earthquakes with just my pinky finger.
And my staff,
a golden rod,
controls the seas
and reaches the heavens.
Its weight is unimaginable to you.
One strand of my hair can grow,
turning into a duplicate of me.
My eyes are special,
they see through your soul.
I can tell your true form,
Be it demon or human.
I defeated Baigujing three times,
until she was no longer a threat.
This helped me protect my master
Tang Sanzang on his journey.
You call it the Journey to the West,
the trip to gather sacred Buddhist texts.
I am cunning,
mischievous,
but loyal.
People misunderstand me,
but I stick to the truth.
I endure punishment after punishment,
I always keep my promise.
I stay with my master,
until he reaches the end.
I am the King of Monkeys.
Sun Wukong is my name.
I am far from ordinary,
a force to be reckoned with.