Once you were alive    Respected like a god..    But after you had died    You carried the dead's rod.       Bad ones fear your claw,    The others like your grace,    But people who are crawling,    Will never find a place.       When you were reborn    Fear increased too much,    The dusk folled the dawn    You made yourself to judge.       Disliked crawling creatures,    They hunt for your goodwill.    You crush them with the force,    Of your endangered skill.