Graphic Crime Scene Photos: Machete Murder: "Live by the Sword, Die by the Sword"

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.

The police are still searching for the knife-wielding killer, Severino.
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*Creative Non-Fiction written by @cagestokerblog on Twitter.

"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

Warning Graphic Shotgun Blast to the Face via Drive-by Murder

According to credible sources, "Garanhuns is a city in the Brazilian state of Pernambuco."

Located in the Borborema Plateau, the town is well-known for having pleasant weather, especially during the winter months.

That would certainly make sense, and provide a beautful backdrop as well as tie in nicely to our next true crime story regarding the murder of Adalcindo Feitosa age 66, who was doing nothing that seemed the slightest bit out of the ordinary.

One year past retirement age, Feitosa was merely enjoying the day, minding his own business, while relaxing in his favortite lawn chair under the shade of his favorite tree.

Nonetheless, if you happen to be one of those unfortunate people who have a history of violence, the black hounds of hell will sniff you out, no matter where you're hiding.

The metaphoric black hounds in this case were the two men who drove up on Feitosa in a silver colored vehicle carrying two fully-loaded 12-guage shotguns.

They easily spotted their prey, Feitosa, who was partially asleep in his comfy lawn chair.

They stalked him slowly, approaching him stealthily and gently, and when the moment was just right, they pulled their triggers, riddling his chest and facial area with numerous holes made from buck-shot—the plastic 'wadding' from inside the gun can also be seen in one of the photos.

As quick as it happened it was over in the same instant. With a squeal of rubber the pair of gunmen then fled the scene.

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Written by @cagestokerblog

"The Harlot's cry from Street to Street

Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,
Dance before dead England's Hearse." 
- William Blake