division of good and bad

[vagabond]

division               (edit)
 
 
was that apple really stolen from him?
tastes of conscience and original sin.
 
this is mine, can I have one more, please?
it is greed and I go planting seeds.
 
attempts to reconquer paradise
won´t yield the peace left behind.
 
but I can´t create more, just divide,
curse remorse that refuses to hide.

I swallow while rivers run dry,
absolution would not dull the cries.
 
eating imported apples I long
for eden lost as borders were drawn.

division of good and bad                 (1st version)
 
 
was that apple really stolen from him?
it tasted of conscience and original sin.
 
don´t take it from me, can I have one more, please?
now we know greed, we can go plant the seeds.
 
but all attempts of rebuilding paradise
conquer anything but the peace left behind.
 
since we can´t create more it is just a division
in some way we all long to be forgiven.
 
swallow holy water while rivers run dry,
drink it like wine to dull down the lies.
 
paradise is a place where we no more belong,
we lost it, we lost when the first border was drawn.
 


(the following remark should be hidden as spoiler but i haven´t figured out how to do that)
i know those lines sound preachy, but I only want to express my thoughts.
any opposition evoked by the accusations I direct at the world (which includes me) is welcome.
as welcome as corrections to style and word choice