I'm not afraid of death

He, who created the universe.
He, who made us who we are.
He, who developed beliefs.
He, who created emotions.

But, He, wants to kill me. I seriously think so. He hurts me in every single way. So why did He create me? To watch me suffer and gasp for freedom?

I'm seriously not afraid of death. Someone, please come and kill me. I'll welcome you.