An old adage from a popular book, written by sheepherders nearly 3500 years ago, tells us that if we choose to live our lives through violence towards others—then we ourselves can expect the exact same fate in return.
"Live by the sword, die by the sword"is a wise and excellent proverb—and one we should live our lives being mindful of.
Another one should be "Live by the bottle, die by the bottle."
For proof, we need look no-further than a dirt-top back road located in rural Mount St. Joachim—where an alcohol-fueled-confrontation turned deadly.
It seems the reaper, twice in two years, came to call on the exact same man.
The Military Police are investigating the murder of an ex-convict, 45-year-old Cicero Manoel da Silva
Da Silva—an obvious alcoholic who consumed mega-daily proportions of any beverage he could get his hands on—in an ironic twist of fate and a case of Poetic Justice died violently on the exact same country back-road where he was alleged to have killed a man only two years prior.
Released from prison until trial on his own recognizance and still awaiting his own redemption day for the aforementioned murder, da Silva went looking for trouble and found it when he met up with an old drinking buddy named by police as Genilson Severino.
After a few more beers, the two men and the party soon turned ugly—as drinking parties so often do; and away they staggered, heading out into the street to settle it mano-a-mano.
A battle then ensued and a large Machete was first pulled from the waistband of da Silva but was then wrestled away and somehow obtained by Severino—who then, with one-fell-swoop, delivered the coup-de-gras.
A swift and lethal blow to the neck severed the carotid artery of his friend, da Silva, who succumbed to blood loss nearly instantly.
A swift and lethal blow to the neck severed the carotid artery of his friend, da Silva, who succumbed to blood loss nearly instantly.
The police are still searching for the knife-wielding killer, Severino.
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*Creative Non-Fiction written by@cagestokerblog on Twitter.
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"Hey! said my name is called disturbance
Ill shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
-- Cause in sleepy London townThere's no place for a street fighting man
No" ~ Mick Jagger
