I once made a toy of tin
A long, long time ago.
The toy of tin, it made me grin.
Its image was my own.
I made the toy of tin some kin
And a tin world to call home.
I was the god of this toy tin world
A long, long time ago.
The toys of tin obeyed my whim
Because I made them so.
I forbade the toys of tin to sin
But to help and learn and grow.
Then came the time for me to grow up,
To tell my tin toys goodbye.
Nietzche said that God is dead.
As such, all gods must die.
With heavy head, under my bed,
I hid my tin world and cried.
I came back to my tin world a fallen god
Three short days ago.
The toys of tin now rusted thin.
It pained me to see them so.
Into a bin I threw the tin
And said, with spirits low,
“Farewell, the toys of tin that made me grin.
Your tin god has to go.”