1. CONTROL IT
Control it; or prepare to loose all your sense of overwhelmingly sagacious prudence,
Control it; or prepare to blend like a piece of frigid chalk in profoundly bedraggled
soil,
Control it; or prepare to slacken your invincible stranglehold on the periphery of
precious life,
Control it; or prepare to swoon down inevitably towards the ground; as the heat was
no longer conducive for your nerves to bear,
Control it; or prepare to uncouthly erase the ocean of blissfully nostalgic memories
forever from your intricate mind,
Control it; or prepare to plunge down into the fathomless deep valley; after
successfully clambering up the astronomically gigantic summit,
Control it; or prepare to punctuate gaping holes; in your impeccably synchronized
plan of unconquerable triumph,
Control it; or prepare to embarrassingly slip on a road embedded profusely with
obdurate spikes,
Control it; or prepare to let the indiscriminate flames of blistering Sun; char you to
infinitesimal fragments of insipid ash,
Control it; or prepare to accept pathetically crippling defeat; when unprecedented
triumph was just a hair away,
Control it; or prepare to plummet below the diabolical dungeons; for the ultimate
spin of your life,
Control it; or prepare to have blissful entities traversing down the streets turn for
your blood; like an untamed pack of parasites,
Control it; or prepare to start counting backwards all over once again; after reaching
the colossally unfathomable numeral of infinity,
Control it; or prepare to succumb like a mountain of ice; infront of salacious lechery
and blatantly stinking lies,
2. Control it; or prepare to wander in diminutive wisps of obsolete oblivion; after the
planet had discarded you like a piece of shit,
Control it; or prepare to become an impoverished victim of your own idiosyncrasies;
trembling uncontrollably on the abysmally heinous crocodile,
Control it; or prepare to get mercilessly entangled into the most treacherously
complicated web; in which ironically there was no grizzly haired spider,
Control it; or prepare to take the perilous onslaught of the hideously menacing devil
on your lungs; pulverizing them to worthless sand under its satanic might,
Control it; or prepare to relinquish the love that mattered the most to you; in your
destined quota of life,
And control your anger; or prepare to perpetually imprison yourself infinite feet
beneath your grave; even when you were still breathing and more exuberant than
when God had given you new life.
