What, you guys are talking about me? yay I love when people talk about me.
Now workship me or you will burn in hell!!! 
Signed: Your god.
I am afraid I cannot "worship" a God who demands it, but cannot spell it correctly. Unless "workship" is a hardcore version of worshipping, and I am adverse to heavy physical labour, I have a poor constitution. Another requirement would be that my God would make his demands through telepathy not text, I am also quite lazy at reading. My God must be understanding of this.
So apart from these two things, we may be able to come to some arrangement.
From this day foward, worship will be spelled workship. As a omnipotent god I make it so. Altough you might think I should change it in every dictionaries in the world to make it look more official, I'm just posting it here because a some misterious plan your humain mind is to weak to undestand (even though I made your mind myself and since I'm also perfect, your mind should also be perfect). And you have to follow my word or else I'm gonna send you to hell where you will be forced to wach Scooby-Doo for all eternity.
Now workship me ..... or else! 
Signed: Your loving god.
Waching Scooby-Doo is supposed to be a punishment is it? To be perfectly honest I could watch that for eternity, without failing to worship a false God. You have yet to offer any good reasons for following you word too, or is it just Hell if I refuse?
It is funny that as a God, you do not capatalise your name, or title, whatever you wish to refer to "God" as. Again, if you created me and then demand my unwavering faith and loyalty with the threat of going to Hell if I refuse, then you would have created me with the ability not to question you it would far more simple than trying to persuade me, I know it would be for me.
Also, if you are perfect why is it that you continue to make up words, use contractions, and make many typographical errors? A perfect God to me, using my apparently perfect mind, would talk flawlessly.
I am afraid that I am going to have to refuse to recognize you as a God, and therefore demand that you instead, to bring me episodes of Scooby-Doo.
Now, begone! Do not return without the "Scoobies".