THEOLOGY
The blade is sharp, the reaper stout,And every daisy dies.Their souls are fluttering about—We call them butterflies.
The blade is sharp, the reaper stout,And every daisy dies.Their souls are fluttering about—We call them butterflies.
The blade is sharp, the reaper stout,
And every daisy dies.
Their souls are fluttering about—
We call them butterflies.