My brothers, we are not the winning team in some game,
We are the victorious nation of a war.
The war is over.
Our side won just under 2000 years ago.
Our task now is to work to free the hostages.
They are used by the enemy,
But they are not the enemy.
The enemy is defeated, now!
He is readying to kill all of his POW's and,
Destroy his own country;
One last attack-- an implosion of selfish despair.
He is lost, but his followers are not.
Lord help us free them.
Help them see their psuedofreedom,
Show them that it is not real.
They are puppets,
Cut their strings.