Swindled in the Marketplace

I sold the truth to buy a lie

and then somehow came up short

The lie was more than I realized

a trick of some sort

Initially it cost less, a great bargain; a prize

but there were a number of hidden fees

(Fine print of evil thoughts, murders, malice, adulteries, the evidence couldn't be denied)

that add debt, despair to one's sanity

I wanted to buy truth again, but my finances ran out

In order to prosper, I must confess the lie I bought that produce death and doubt.