M-W.A.M. is love

I was only 9 years old.
I loved M-W.A.M. so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.
I pray to M-W.A.M. every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “M-W.A.M. is love” I say, “M-W.A.M. is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to M-W.A.M..
I called him a cunt.
He hits me and sends me to sleep.
I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
It's M-W.A.M.! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear "This is The Index."
He grabs me with his mandibles, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
I spread my ass cheeks for M-W.A.M..
He penetrates my butthole.
It hurts so much, but I do it for M-W.A.M.. I can feel my butt tearing and eyes watering.
I want to please M-W.A.M..
He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with credits.
My dad walks in.
M-W.A.M. looks him straight in the eye and says,
"It's ya boi."
M-W.A.M. leaves through my window.
M-W.A.M. is love. M-W.A.M. is life.