myself as a conquerer

 I only ever sought to help, in general, with the problems I was perceiving of.

So I laid my banner on the ground and everywhere went silent. Then i hoisted it up on my spear and everyone dropped their weapons. 

Then I waved it in the wind and everyone got moving building our future for ourselves. 

It's a sunshine power that banished even bleakness and it's a message of eternal hope about the real self. The self that was never known and mostly dying. 

The army were words winging their ways around minds and hearts. Everyone felt so moved the insisted on a good conquering. 

So now the flag flies high over our cocoon states, ridding ourselves of old age detrimental ideas and gradually being inducted to the design for the new age.

I have taken as much into account as I was ever able. 

It's a popular plan.