Pissed at snails in my garden and the fucking setup of life in general

I tried to be nice and not kill each and every snail that I'd see in my garden or backyard. I hate to step on them. I hate the sound that it makes, and knowing that I am crushing a life. 

Then I go to try to grow some sunflowers or herbs in the backyard and these little life force entities go seeking out the work that I put so much time into, to destroy it, in order to gain their sustenance.

Why does life have to be based on a "one thing feeds off of another" model? Why does my barbeque require an animal to have bad day? Or the rabbit who feeds the fox, or the crocodile who eats the human, any of it? 

Sure, it's neat and tidy. I fuck you, you fuck me. It's all fucked. The circle jerk of life. Whose fucking great idea for a reality was this? The great "everything alive must kill or consume other life forms in order to survive" plan?

Don't give me that vegan crap, either. Just because your salad doesn't have cute little eyes and puppy dog tails wagging, doesn't mean it's not a life that you are cutting short with your implements of farming. Where's the outrage for the carrot holocaust?

I don't like what God has made us become. Killers, the apex of the food chain, and sentient, at that. So, we can contemplate the morality of our deeds, killing and carving up the earth, in order to make nice, bug free homes and gardens. Cultivating plants and lovely creatures, as products to be used for our pleasure.

I don't honestly think a plant would look at me with loving plant glances when I water it if it knew that its fruit, that which it creates to propagate itself, its baby life force--I am going to harvest and eat. It doesn't willingly part with its baby, offering it up to me as a sacrifice to the water god. 

"Oh, thank you, gardener king, here are the first fruits of our vine. May you find them pleasing. May the great cultivator live a thousand years." No more than a mother hen says, "Sure, take my eggs. I want to see my unhatched offspring in your skillet."

Fuck me. And, because I have to kill snails in order to have a garden, fuck them, too. Worms will get me when I'm dead. Fuck them, too. I'm gonna have a serious talk with the creator of all this nonsense, if I ever get a chance. 

He'd better have some pretty good answers as to why He chose this suffering based duality model instead of the alleged "heaven" model that He's perfectly capable of creating. You know, the one where lions and lambs cohabit the fields of green grass which never need mowing, and there's a continual banquet, but no one ever poops.