Never! You disgusting cretin!

Never in my life should I bow to you, in a way fit to make myself into a subservient creature below you! Never in my death shall I see fit to crawl to your feet and ask for forgiveness! Not in life, and not in death, shall such a cowardly, verminous scoundrel such as yourself recieve my worship. In the land of the living, you have wreaked upon my species vast and immeasurable cruelties which have both striken them from the planet and tortured them for centuries. In the land of the dead, you have taken each who disagrees with you and wrenched from them their humanity, boiling them in the flames of your contempt and drowning them in your unholy malevolence. Thoughts! Simple thoughts against you, you saw as a misuse of intellect, and for that you punished the thinkers; never once did you see that flaws were a product of your design. A bad design with beget flaws. Alas, it's no design flaw. The ability to recognise your puerile and detestable existence as wholly vomitous is a virtue which I rank most highly. Childish, quarrelling and petty. You are the epitome of pathetic. Almighty with power, yet somehow still as self conscious as an adolescent; omniscient, yet still as ignorant as the common garden slug; omnipresent, but somehow absent from places wherein evil dwells as a malignant tumor. A malignant tumor you are, amongst this word. With your very presence lives hatred and disgust. A valiant effort to fool us, surely, but your book contains the very essence of your condensed idiocy. I spit into your face and laugh. God is a sore, oozing on the whipped back of a slave who he condemned. God is a raped woman, forced to marry her abuser at the cost of her freedom and sanity. God is the tortured foreigners and infidels who refused to cowtow to the atrocities your servants wreaked upon them. God is the creator of martyrs, the soul of the soulless, the monster who lives under the bed of all humanity. There can be nothing good from a diety, just as there can be nothing good from a cancer. So never shall I bow before thee. Never shall I worship you. An atheist to the end; I may be gnostic of you, but you shall never have my belief. There is no way on this planet that a being so heinously reprehensible as yourself could change me in any way, and unless you remove my free will, I shan't prostrate myself before you. You are a lecherous demon, a cantankerous old fool, a monstrous moron and a festering pus in the heart of every genocidal fundamentalist. If not for you, we could have had some measure of peace. In totality, you shan't have me.

'Tis better to burn in hell than to serve in heaven.