A four-fingered print has been left in the mud,
A marker for guilt and a promise of blood.
Late was the hour when the lacking man left,
Forsaking his loved ones and regretting his theft.
But regardless of sorrow, the man must tracked,
For the crime he committed broke more than one pact.
The black-hearted man, he is more than a thief,
He's the source of my anger and the cause of my grief.
He took her from me in the blink of an eye,
I love her and miss her and never said goodbye,
So the four-fingered man in full he must pay,
He ruined my life; I'll make this his last day.
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