Victory speech

No one calls me. I am now preparing my victory speech, it is full of broken letters, and many drawn disappointments, there is not a single damma in it, no one included this people, as for the openings, they were in the seventh sin, and they were in the worn tents, but in it are raised letters like the heads of martyrs, and the fluttering flags, but it is also full of erection, and erected letters, as the merchants of international politics erected on us, and the thieves of the city erected on us when we thought they were guarding us in the war, and the merchants of the market erected on us, and the merchants of blood erected on us, and the emperors of the ATM percentage erected on us, and other swindlers. In this speech, I am not an agent, I am an object, in war I am an object and in peace I am an object, in shooting I am an object, and in a truce I am an object, I am only an agent when they ask me to rebuild myself, and restore the words anew, and search for the sentences and scattered corpses, to bury them in their right place. The victory speech is no longer news to me, because I do not know the subject. The news is the announcement of the truce, and the subject is 50,000 martyrs, and a 400-day war, in which there is no silence, except in the letter “ra” of war, but I am still victorious. I do not know how, but I am victorious, despite the many words that contain intensity. They are the size of the intensity of displacement, bombing, cold, and burning. It is true that I do not have a tent, nor a street leading to the hospital, nor a hospital leading to the cemetery, nor a cemetery leading to eternal life, but I am victorious. I do not think that after my speech there are any raised letters, as nothing raises them except the cranes of rubble. After this speech, we all came out more different, from the rhyme and the alliteration, and we only agreed on a ceasefire, not a cessation of war, like an agreement launched by a class, but we are victorious, for in the present victory no longer needs to be recorded, as in history, victory is breaking news on the island, like the death of 1,000 in one day, even the image of victory has intensity, for nothing was easily fleeting, even the graves we find are only grouped and arranged, we are victorious, and we do not need reviews or feedback, or weighty words, this has been our speech since the catastrophe, victory is our ally in everything, it does not matter how we got out of the battle, but we were victorious, over everyone around us, but we did not triumph over ourselves.