But this is a thing that I cannot do. You just don't make sense. Belief in you inspires men and women to create great works of art to compose wonderful, uplifting music perform acts of selfless charity and goodness to travel to the darkest corners of the world spreading their good news. Belief in you also causes great pain the destruction of entire nations the killing of innocents the suppression of thought and word. Religion becomes a prison, both for believers and unbelievers.
Religion explains everything, and in doing so it explains less than nothing.
Innocents die, for a mysterious greater good. Everything we are told about you Fits the description of something that does not cannot should not exist. Your attributes cancel each other out of existence. People shout Thou Shalt Not Kill as they slaughter and burn in your name. People scream Thou Shalt Not Steal as they plunder and pillage, until your temples creak under the weight of gold.