Both this forum and life itself would vastly benefit had you never been born.
You are a divine error, a cosmic anomaly, a soul tragically and malignantly birthed from the essence of a drop of sweat falling from the all mighty God's ballsack, an oversight to His divine plan.
If the fabric of existence could weep tears of burning agony, it would do so every time a living creature accidently allowed their gaze to fall upon that wretched excuse for a face that fate cursed you with. Every step you take upon this earth is reviled by the very soil itself. Every unliving thing you touch longs for life so that it might properly recoil in disgust. To breathe is to rape the air with your lungs.
Lastly, the fiery pit of damnation, being the only force in both heaven or hell capable of undoing the foulness that is you, burns ever hotter with anticipation of your arrival, like an unending dream of desire, longing, thirsting for its finest hour when it will have the honor of banishing you from existence, forever.
And when that day comes, though they may not know why, every living thing will suddenly and simultaneously weep with joy at your destruction.
...Better?