Delicate Truth walked around in her beautiful garments,
Dressed to the nines for the orphaned, the blessed, the deprived.
Cunning rough Lie cajoled Truth to her shady apartments,
"Why don’t you take a respite here with me for the night?"

Gullible Truth went to bed relaxed, ripe for the picking.
Drooling, she smiled in her sleep and looked quite pacified.
Meanwhile, sly Lie pulled the blanket away from the sleeping;
Gawking at Truth without clothes, Lie remained satisfied.

Lie made a face, still confused by the news she’d discovered:
"Truth is a wench like the rest, there’s no need to be stressed."
Falsehood and Truth are not very distinct from each other,
On the condition that both are remaining undressed.

Lie took the ribbons of gold that Truth braided in layers,
Then picked her garments as well, trying them on by eye.
Next, came the money, the timepiece, and also the papers.
Lie spat and cursed and was gone without saying goodbye.

With the first light, Truth discovered the loss of her clothing,
Looked herself over, perplexed by her hurried survey:
Someone got hold of black soot, and while she was still dozing,
Tarnished pure Truth with pitch black, but the rest was o.k.

Truth only laughed at thrown stones and at people’s aggression:
"It’s all a lie, can’t you see? Lie is wearing my dress!"
Two simple cripples compiled a report on detention,
Callin her names that are meant to cause pain and distress.

That lame report was prepared with unusual quickness
(And by the way, other crimes were imputed on her):
Some petty scum claims to be the both trustworthy and sinless,
But drinks away all her money and clothes like a whore.

They called her "fallen", and something much worse than just "fallen".
Later, they let the dogs loose and besmirched her with dirt.
"Sent her away the same day! We have nothing in common!
Past the kilometer marker one hundred and first!"

Stark-naked Truth wept and swore, but was met with resistance.
Staying both homeless and sick, she soon started to beg.
Fraudulent Lie stole a thoroughbred horse in an instant
And rode away on its beautiful, muscular legs.

Getting along with a purposeful Lie was quite simple,
But incorruptible Truth was an eyesore for all.
These days, she wanders alone, keeps her distance from people -
Truth, in her nakedness, shuns everyone by default.

Sometimes, a certain believer in Truth will keep fighting,
But there’s a dime’s worth of truth in whatever he says:
"Listen. Pure Truth will prevail in the end - I’m not lying -
If she can copy sly Lie in her actions and ways!"

Drinking a hundred and seventy grams with some fellas,
You never know in advance where you’ll get some shut-eye.
You can get stripped of your clothes - that’s the truth, let me tell ya!
Look! There’s your shirt, being worn by a treacherous Lie.
Look! There your watch, being checked by a treacherous Lie.
Look! There’s your horse, being led by a treacherous Lie.