>I was only nine years old >I loved Confession so much, I owned - TopicsExpress

>I was only nine years old >I loved Confession so much, I owned all the albums and merchandise >I pray to Crafter every night, thanking him for the life I have been given >Crafter is love, I say, Crafter is mosh >My dad hears me and calls me a faggot > He is obviously jealous of my devotion to Crafter >I call him a cunt > He two-steps me and sends me to my room > I am crying now, because my face hurts > I go into my bed and it is very cold >I feel a warmth moving towards me > I fell something touch me > Its Crafter > I am so happy > he whispers into my ear, I came back from the dead > He grabs me with his powerful mosh hands and puts me on my hands and knees > Im ready > I stretch my ear lobes for Crafter > He demands everyone in the venue to stomp on me > It hurts so much, but I do it for Crafter > I can feel my ears tearing as my eyes start to water > I push against his force > I want to please Crafter > He roars a mighty bree as he fills my ear with his mosh > My dad walks in > Crafter looks him deep in the eyes and says, Ive been a danger to myself > Crafter spin-kicks through my window Crafter is love, Crafter is mosh