Some english to not numb my tongue

At least we have learned to drop the tears.
We have founded lakes ending in waterfalls
Fully deadly because in us lay the distress.
Unfortunately a curse isn't wash out with tears;
Little by little all morgue is full with skepticism.

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Felony is my only victory, my only voyage to legitimacy.
My hands are bloody but my wallet is full of souvenirs;
my life seems to be rusted but rusted is not my trigger.
Have you ever noticed how big is the sinner's coffin?
It takes one to be opened, hundred to be exhumed.