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?