It's not my fault I'm agnostic

It's not my fault i'm agnostic,
I know you'll understand.
I'm sure you've seen the things I've seen,
so why do you pretend.

I'll rather think you not exist,
than know you're full of fault.
That you'll ignore the suffering,
mankind's detriment and rot.

That your ways are mysterious,
impervious to debate,
While your lovely creations,
pillage, toture and rape.

God, dear God, are you away?
When you sleep do you snore?
If you're not here right now,
then would you kindly please tell me,
What the fuck are you for?