Crawlers - E-Craft

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