four shots to heaven

when the pen has failed to option out of its ink being restored for another blessing , a language of its speech has been sent across the line of hope and faith to jog down the memories and greed placed under the sheets. another shot of discomfort and dishonesty leaves the mind wondering of another new brake to stop the hate, and violence. whereas, if it takes four shots to exclude away from all of the drama and hate that blows in the direction to succeed... my heart bleeds for more and i am flying in the clouds hoping to count the blessings that is stored for my own doing in life: the right choice and another shot of faith leads the way to heaven.... heads up, seven up.... i dont wanna look back or take another chance that may bring me back down.... shot after shot, and im lost in words of its conscious and a trail of wind leading the way to greatness and happiness.... love me now or later... it doesnt matter.... a new coat of my interest plays for its only good to make another life apart of its shot to heaven...