Scenes of death like this one are not so uncommon these days!
Wet on the back of his head
A swarm of flies hovering over his long soiled hair
Face pegged onto the hot sand
His bulky body mass limp and lifeless
A wry smile of death lingering across his cold face
A section of his tongue struggling to wriggle
Forcefully out of his mouth
Donato Had just been killed and here he lies
In a Pool of red sticky blood
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