
A song in an old-fashioned style I was listening to ren-faire-style folk music while writing this about truth in its treachery.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy - Words: 211 - Published: 04-16-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3013906
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The Scornful Harlot (If Truth Confronts You)
If the truth confronts you in the morningFight 'till night for peaceIf the truth confronts you in the morningFight as rightful beasts
For you can't drink truthAnd we can't make bread from righteous warKeep your silenceAnd shun your faithFor the truth is every monster's whore
If the truth confronts you in the dayShut your mouth and keep at bayIf the truth confronts you in the dayLock the door and hide away
For truth-infected and public-scornedYou'll soon be after it ever more
And you can't drink truthAnd we can't make bread from righteous warKeep your silenceAnd shun your faithFor truth is ever a liar more
But should truth confront you in the nightAs sure as it is to cause a frightIf the truth confronts you in the nightWith cold and hungry candle lightIf the truth confronts you in the nightTake her duty with you to the morning
For you can't drink truthAnd we can't make bread from righteous warKeep your silenceAnd shun your faithThere's more than truth worth fighting for
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