You are not wrong.
You are insecure. You are worried about the level of devotion your creations have for you, so you decide to test one of them to see just how much it loves you. You take notice that he has a son and decide to use it against him. You tell the man, “You love your child, do you not? I want you to sacrifice him. Bind his hands and feet, drive a knife through his guts then burn him to death.” If he tosses his morality aside it will prove how much he loves and fears you. You pat yourself on the back thinking this type of psychological torture is just.
You are not flawed.
You are furious. You have just discovered that women of a rival tribe have been marrying your tribe’s men and convincing them to worship someone else. This is unacceptable. They must pay and the only thing that can calm your rage is bloodshed. You order your people to go to war. Your tribe successfully obliterates and burns every village in their path- cutting down every man until none are left. The women and children are brought back to your tribe’s camp and you watch on as your chosen leader decides their fate. “Kill every young boy. Kill every mother. Do what you want with the virgin girls,” he says to his men. You applaud from above as the children are splashed with the warm blood of their mothers. Some women bleed out on out the dirty ground, hysterical as their boys are run through with swords. In their last moments they contemplate the future of their girls. This is perfect. The gore and rape has calmed your nerves. You can now comfortably tally up and distribute the spoils of war.
You are not evil.
You are bored. A man is about to go to war with a neighboring country. He cries out to you, “Help me murder my enemies and I promise I will burn and sacrifice whoever walks out of my door when I get home!” You think this is a fantastic idea and happily accept. Over the next few months you butcher and torch your way through twenty plus cities; slaughtering countless people and leaving behind a trail of lifeless corpses comprised of men, women, and children. You’ve done your part. It’s now time for the man to make good on his promise. You eagerly watch the man’s front door. It swings open to reveal his only daughter singing and dancing. The father she loves so dearly has survived the war. You grin from ear to ear in anticipation of the sweet, sweet smell of burning human flesh that will soon be entering your nostrils.
You are moral.
You are love.
You are perfect.
You look in the mirror...
…you are Yahweh, the Judeo-Christian god.