With a roar and a cry of 'Cease and desist! '
They stoked the fires, man I'm so pissed
Don't tell me what to do, it's not your place
Dare not or I'll cutoff my nose to spite my face
Trouble and contrary should be my middle names
I am deathly sick of all of these games
To hell with the rules of the dungeon master
We all burn in hellfire, slower or faster
For real who bloody cares to what we aspire
To say we are sane is to prove we're a liar
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I would like to translate this poem