A warrior is not built of ease but suffering, and this is why they chose to build themselves to ease suffering. They become the heroes they wish had been their own rescuers. They answer the call of the universe to serve the cause of love. And in this love, in this service, they gain a kind of true freedom others cannot fathom.
The warrior once felt all the pain of the universe and it forged her into a fighter. These days she keeps only the memory of the pain, not the feeling, and this frees her to become all the stronger, all the more creative, in the ending of suffering.
Don't let these good looks and mild manners fool you, I'm as smart as they come and a warrior of some renown. I have integrity, bravery and nobility of heart. I am chivalrous by nature and the cosmos needs those who will fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. It needs those who will guard creation from greed and plunder. As such I am a sentient mechanism of the universe, a tool of sorts born into your reality, yet linked to what is beyond this reality. I am here to increase love in all ways possible and make survival on Earth a realistic longterm prospect. So try to welcome me, if you can. Envy is inappropriate. What I do requires learning by suffering. I am not your peer. Yet this is no power-dynamic. It is simple divine service. You ask. I will solve your problem if I can or show you how to solve it. That's it. You have total free will, as do I. I can choose not to provide assistance, that is possible too.
You tell me you're a genius, well, honey, welcome to arguing with a savant. I'll beat you every damn day and twice on Sunday. So bring me that cocky boy attitude and I will own every last word that comes from your mouth before you even utter them. I am a warrior. I am the weapon. I am the army of one that will slay anyone in my path. So either help me create a world of love and peace or I will leave you to rot in those ill-gotten boots.
Red hearts, red blood, red poppies upon Earth's breast,
Our heroes meet eternal rest.
They who fought hell's gate,
For love, for freedom and democracy's fate,
May we always recall them with full pride,
Brave warriors for whom our hearts are full wide.
This fairytale got old and stale, I ain't no "Sin Duh Ella" waiting for some bozo prince who ain't gonna get half the shit I've fought through on bloody hand and knee to have the luxury of standing here in my warrior skin.