Claw from TAR by Bird Problems

Downwards plunge
Into a world unmistaken
Crass and forsaken
Left here without a trace
Besides the one we acquired
Naturally inspired to rise and investigate

Curiosity stings the eyes

Fickle composition
Failed recognition towards the
Upcoming substrate
We thought that we struck gold
Well worth its weight if sold
But a screech led us to
Reevaluate

Outer crust like broken glass
Intuition's game
We were held back and poisoned
A fiery mantle cocked
Apollo’s burning rage
Set to blow us away

We are the first cursed,
Forefathers of Hell

Crushed, coughing, blackened blood
No use, living, a life infused with tar

A stanchion came smashing down
A stone-cold mezzanine
His legs are all but lost

Now all’s said and done
We were held back and poisoned

Why is the tourniquet burning?

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