Here’s a video of an alleged thief gurgling blood as he performs agonal breathing after being beaten to the brink of death by a street mob. Whereas I don’t have any background info about the video, here’s a little poem courtesy of Best Gore member @decahedron (published with permission from author):
BLAM, holy shit, I didn’t see that coming,
People danced, music played to the thud thud thud of the drumming.
Then the shot and the screams and the running away
I knew that it wasn’t good,
Seeing brains and scalp and an eye gone astray
my mind could handle it and would.
I learned from the best, meaning Best Gore
We will be waiting for you when death knocks on your door.
Thanks for the great poem, @decahedron: