Right down there, cuddled up beneath us, our brother from another mother. I took a walk through this beautiful world felt the cool rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder sha la la la la sha la la la la la sha la la la la sha la la la la la la anthony holy mother of santa muerte, please protect my stash of cocaine. Let it not be interfered with by the cops. Or the competition. Let any who would mess with me be killed. My enemies destroyed. Please forgive us our sins, for they are many. So, is business good . I mean, is there more murders . Particularly narco murders. Anthony every day, mexico wakes up to count the dead. They are, after all, left out to be seen. Often with a helpful note, identifying who done what and, generally speaking, why. There is a language to the neverending violence. A coded message in the twists and marks of the bodies. And Valente Rosas is one of the many documenting them for the press. This is what he do