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Version 1

In the depths of battle's fiery embrace,
A voice awakens, relentless in peace.
Whispering secrets, urging me to stand,
To wield my weapon with unwavering hand.

Inside my soul, it echoes with might,
A call to arms, dispelling all fright.
No matter the damage, my body may bear,
I press forward, fueled by an eternal flare.

The voice resounds, a steadfast guide,
Through the darkest hours, it won't subside.
Leaking blood, a small cost to endure,
For victory's taste, so sweet and pure.

Even when my functions begin to wane,
The voice declares I shall rise again,
A warrior's spirit, undying and strong,
To fulfill my purpose, where I belong.

For in this symphony of chaos and strife,
I march ahead, embracing this life.
The voice, my anthem, forever rings true,
Inspiring valor, forging me anew.

So heed this tale of the voice within,
Embrace its fervor, let the battle begin.
For warriors arise, unyielding, and brave,
Till the final victory, their souls shall engrave.

Version 2

In the depths of battle's hellish blaze,
A voice emerges, harsh and bleak,
Whispering curses, compelling me to stay,
To brandish my weapon with despairing streak.

Within my soul, it howls with dread,
A call to arms, sowing seeds of dread.
No matter the torment, my body may face,
I trudge onward, burdened by relentless pace.

The voice resounds, an unwavering guide,
Through the blackest hours, refusing to hide.
Spilling blood, a sacrifice I endure,
For victory's semblance, obscured and impure.

Even as my essence begins to decay,
The voice insists I shall rise, decayed and frayed,
A warrior's ghost, unyielding and grim,
To fulfill my purpose, where life grows dim.

For in this discordant symphony of pain,
I march ahead, embracing my own disdain.
The voice, my requiem, ceaselessly screams,
Injecting valor, tearing at my seams.

So heed this chronicle of the voice inside,
Embrace its torment, let the battle collide.
For warriors emerge, unyielding, yet drenched,
Till the final slaughter, their souls eternally quenched.