A Grave

Judas smirked.
"I hardly think you'd know truth if it punched you in the face, let alone what brainwashing is."
He turned away, smiling.
"Tsk, tsk. Still...just a child."

Judas chuckled.
"Imbecile. Not even taking your life would be worth it, deluded by neo-Christian morality and your juvenile stupidity, you're still nothing but a child. Your mockery is still nothing but a child's. Not even euthanasia is good enough for you."
He smirked.
"Now go off, and play nice."

Judas sighed.
"I can quote plenty of stories and novels as well, and they'll have just as much relevance. Like I said, you're deluded. You're no David, I'm no Goliath, and this isn't the Bible."
He chuckled.

Judas sighed.
"Prove it. You can't. The reason you believe in god is faith, faith has no factual basis, faith is just belief. It's fine that you have that illogical faith, but not everyone does. Me saying God doesn't exist has just as much proof as you saying he does. You're still just a child if you don't realize that. And even if he did exist, the idea that he would punish one insignificant human being for mocking him makes him seem like an idiot, are you that much of a child to believe that even if he did exist, he'd be so unloving and uncaring? If God does exist, it'd make sense for him to be forgiving to all in the end. But I don't think he does."

Judas nodded with a straight face.
"I also believe that God is a giant bowl of jello, because He answered my prayers, and because he created this world. And he told me he was lime flavor."