There's only really two kinds of people that suffer from religiosity; the hypocrites and the fearful.

To the former, all I'll say is that asking me to forsake my intellectual honesty by willingly embracing and calling truth thst which has no evidence or even reasonable supposition for truth while insisting thst you hold the objectively true and correct facts to existence will never convince anyone not already willing to delude themselves. You didn't reason yourselves into this, you won't reason others into it; all you can do is browbeat and berate, and once you get the power you so desperately crave, you force at the point of a sword, in violation of the tenets you swear are so true and absolute. You are the same as those whom you hate, because you do not hate what they do but rather who they do it to and how they disguise their trappings. You await eagerly your chance to revenge yourselves, but you do not see it thus. To you, you do not deliver vengeance, but justice, much as do the people currently revenging themselves upon you.

To the latter, all I can offer you is my pity. You are so afraid of basic truth, thst we are, all animals upon this earth, nothing more than the meat and blood equivalent of software running on a computer that you invent entire dimensions you'll somehow magically transmigrate to upon your cessation of being, as well as cruel, brutal, capricious, and distant kings and lords to rule you from these distant places. You so fear to grow to adulthood, to find that there in the world is naught and no one but what you and others make of it, that you retreat to ordered fantasy, reinforced with threats against those who might want a peak outside; eternal children hiding behind an invented father.

No, Pascal's wager never made sense, nor was it ever just or moral. Pascal's wager was, and remains, predicated on the idea that your god is so cruel, so vicious, and so petty that it desire naught but blind submission. That a life well lived, in service of justice and good, bringing joy and happiness to the innocent and firm but fair justice to the wicked, is nothing if you do not swear fealty to and prostrate yourself before your god first and foremost. That no amount of living within the tenets of a religion, even if you don't explicitly submit to or venerate its idols, is worthless if you do not prostitute your will and pride before the church. This is not a moral supposition; this is an ultimatum at gunpoint.

Pascal's wager is a fool's bet for the hypocrites and the fearful. I will choose to live a good life without gods or demons, and if, upon my death, I find myself before your god, or any other god, and am firmly rejected simply for failing to prostrate myself and swear fealty, then I shall know this was never a loving force of good to begin with; it was always merely another tyrant demanding slaves.

And if I die and simply cease to be, as I expect will happen, then at least I won't have wasted a good chunk of my very limited time on earth playing dice with Pascal.