What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What kind of God would treat us this way?
In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found.
In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play.
The ancients believed the gods in Olympus or Valhalla were at play making humans behave either way. Moving us around as marionettes on their stage, using us as their entertainment or fight as their slaves. We were just pawns with no say in their game.

The never ending battle of good vs. Evil.
The gods on Olympus and Valhalla are no longer there, no gods to push us around, yet we still behave as if they are there.
What is it the motivation then, that has us act out? Who sets the rules for the games that we play? Is it simply genetics that make us behave as we do? Some are born evil and some are born good, just as some are born blond while others brunette.
Are we powerless to act in any other way? Our programming prearranged for our part in the play.
What kind of God would have us behave in such ways. Genetics it seems is the programmed force here at play, Survival of the Species is the name of the play.
Only in conflict does the the species survive and progress. Humanity moves inexorably forward on the back of genetic duress, because, what kind God would treat us this way?

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