AUTOPSY

Just yesterday, she's buried amidst awe here in this shallow grave without a funeral, no catafalque, and no requiescat could roar even in solemn orchestra for a fallen general whose one leg is in and the other out of Sheol.

While suspicion says she died of suffocation, her weak foetal throb didn't show miscarriage yet midwives' experts see acute malnutrition even when her vineyard lacks not foliage; what a fishy tragic fate that befell a giantess!

The court ordered we exhume her yesterday with the cadaver still firmly fastened with rope but alas, her stinking sight threatens the day as onlookers were sorely stripped of hope. The dead learn to manage their affairs in grave!

The little patience of the forensic overtly shows finger prints that broke her neck, betraying all the misdeed perfected covertly. Alas, we're alarmed that she wasn't sick but used as a collateral damage by gladiators!

Such is the tragic end of nation so ruined by the greed of products of her own groins who break the honeypot leaving all stunned all because of insatiable factor – the coins, Unknown to us that her death is our dearth!