Green dreams, Red sacrifice

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First words of a dream
Crept from the mouth of one dear child
Bouncing off the tip of his tongue
Past the half plenary teeth
To become a mere particle of air
Along it was carried to climb the highest top
To seek what was foretold
The radar in it's eyes shot past the darkness
To catch lingering shadows of light
Now suicide was the dreams' thought
It threw itself to smash apart
Only to fly past as a million
To the souls who held hope and love
Continuing the journey they seek
The brightest star shone high above their heads
and killed the rain storms away
They soon were driven to the dream's thought
and reached the highest peak
Off the mountain one by one
Onto the clashing sea and rocks
To smash the overgrown dream again
and let it pass along
To the souls that glow in the deepest night
To this day they grow in augment
And the mountain turns bloodier still
But the redness never shows
For the green of the dreams
Is grater than the red
Count one million trees of dreams to start
and a drop of blood for each
You'll find the first beginning drop
Was the drop that planted the tree!