Let's pretend you are God for a moment. You exist in a void where nothing is, you have for an eternity, you get bored and decide to create something to relive you of your boredom. You start throwing atoms, and dust particles together, you create everything from nothing. Things start to form, the universe, rocks, stars and gasses. You see your creation and ponder on that for a couple of hundred eons.
Still bored out of your mentally unstable mind you decide to amuse yourself by creating life, life is thrown together by combining atoms and nucleotides creating cells that start spawning and living, not really alive but still life. Seeing that this creation is nothing more then goo, you decide that advancing the cells you created is a good idea, you start by splitting them, making them look like something, making them grow, creating fish, animals then finally humans. Humans... that you create in your own image.
Now comes the question, if you created all this, everything we see, touch, feel and smell... why did you create misery? Why did you create famen, hate, death... why did you create us this imperfect. Why would someone who is perfect do that? Why would YOU create something this defective, filled with vengeful spite?
Hatred spawns, misery prevails, nothing is everything and everything is nothing. Our lives, our family, friends... our life, school, job... our love, it means nothing. You who are infallible, you who are PERFECT... why? If it's true you created all, then you surely created all this... But why, why would you create all this? You sit up there, all high and might, wanting us to respect you, wanting us to pray to you, to be your slaves, subjects, subordinates... your children.
You are nothing more then hatred incarnate, you are Satan, you are death... you are only god... And that means nothing to me.