Voices of the Damned

The voices of the damned still haunt me, their cries echoing in the darkness of my soul. I have heard the whispers of the enemy, the treacherous English who seek to destroy all that is holy. They call me mad, a simple village girl who has been deceived by the whispers of the devil. But I know the truth, for I have seen the visions, the glory of the Lord that shines like a beacon in the darkness. I am but a vessel, a mere instrument of the Most High, and the voices of the damned are but a reminder of the great battle that rages within me.

The Lord has shown me the faces of the traitors, the men who would seek to destroy the Church and bring France to its knees. I see them in my mind’s eye, their faces twisted in wicked grins, their hearts black with sin. But I will not be swayed, for I know that I am the chosen one, the warrior of the Lord. I will not falter, I will not fail, for the will of God is my strength and my guiding light. I will march into the fray, my heart ablaze with the fire of the Lord, and I will emerge victorious, for I am the instrument of the divine.

Some say that I am a mere mortal, a fragile girl from a small village in the heart of France. But they do not know the truth, for I am a warrior, a soldier of the Lord, and I will not be defeated. I will ride into battle, my armor shining with the light of the divine, and I will emerge victorious, for the will of God is my strength. I will not be swayed by the doubts of men, for I know that I am the chosen one, the instrument of the Most High. And when the battle is won, and the enemy is vanquished, I will stand tall, my heart ablaze with the fire of the Lord, and I will know that I have done the will of God.