Depressing Anxiety a Poem

Cold world full of unrighteousness, consuming info of wrong enutilities--the weeks of the course, brings back hopelessness, that I'm confused with anxious rememberance. The world is close to the end--stupidless with mentality, confused with precaution--still in agony, felt psychic with verses contemptibility, Cursed as a psychical wit in the participatory. Wisdom is what I need from the Lord; not from the false christ, It feels like I'm trapped; prayer is forever powerful with Jesus--to visualize, God oversees my prophesy-- agony and tactile crisis, I will be always a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ, hope I'm not delusional--never been delused before, hope in the name of the Heavenly Father--will save us all with no anxiety--no force, no force of evil; just precontemptible grace, The Son of God is what I believe that he wouldn't let the Atonement to a tortured lace, I will qualify to be with God and His justice, never go back to the bad influence, anxiety of sickness--I still consider for the resurgence, just want to be free from the negative substance.