The document discusses controlling one's anger and the consequences of failing to do so. It states that if one does not control their anger, they should prepare to experience numerous negative outcomes including losing sense and control, suffering defeat, and harming important relationships. Overall, the message is that anger must be controlled or it will lead to self-imprisonment and ruin.

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.