Ropes of Sin

October 19, 2015

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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