Corruption

I can walk through a valley containing shadows and death,
But I only traverse it to find a place of lively sanctuary.
It isn't like anyone desires to dwell in the depths.
Our own misfortune or mistakes leave us there,
And we simply push through the decay,
To find light in our situation.

And so, cursed fate leads us to the land of the wicked.
But we are not wicked. We are foreigners here.
Our only solace is that we find a happiness,
Whether we succumb to the wickedness,
Or keep our gears in order.

In this valley, the shadows and death are people.
People who never found their happiness.
People who don't just dwell in the depths,
But died in the deepest depth,
And live in the abyss.