Ill of the Dead

from Song​-​A​-​Day by Bill White

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I was told When all things pass away
The truth will come to light
But out of respect for the dead
We carry on the lies

They say Dont speak ill of the dead
Their lies increase with time
The hours that are lost to them

Roll back with the tides

I can draw a circle for every snake
That is stamped into a coin
I can tear down every star
That has been purloined

But I cant ignore the noxious mist
Rising from the grave
Lies keep coming faster
Like dead fish in the waves

When the worst and the most sullied
Are lifted up like saints
And the suicide of a scoundrel
Is mourned on holy days

But dont speak il of the dead
The good is in their bones
The evil has been left behind
To seep into our homes

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from Song​-​A​-​Day, released July 3, 2019

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