I am a god
The iron one
My neurons collect no dust

Fold the blank of my old bones
My Sword of Will is honed
No insult scuffs my metal
No games at my level

Heart and eyes glowing orange
My words ring of the forge
No borders denote my home
No brand names my soul

I am the one
The Iron God
My neurons will never rust

I shy from no trial
Stylishly attack with a lack of style
Am gracefully brutal
Am painfully truthful
Accurately address all tests with alacrity
I aspire to mastery

So when I finally lose my temper
And my gears simply won’t glow
I’ve engraved the world for the better
And another might pick up my mold

My name is Rob
The Iron God
My neurons have earned my trust