Ropes of Sin

I have three ropes
Holding me down
About to go in
A lake & drown
At the end of these ropes
Are three red bricks
If I were to cut a rope
Which one would I pick?
The one with pride?
The one with lust?
Or should I just sink
To the bottom & rust?
To live eternally
I must cut them all
Or should I beckon
To sin's strong call?
While choosing I feel a massive shove
And into the lake I go
Trying to swim to the surface above
But for some reason I couldn't go
Oh wait! 
The bricks I thought
I went down to cut the bricks
Or maybe not
When it comes time to choose, what will you do?


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