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The Mandate Returns

From the ashes of struggle, we rose— I, Mao, with fire. I, Deng, with reform. Now, Xi walks where dragons tread, With silence sharper than swords. Taiwan waits—not to be taken, But to remember. For the Art of War wins wars unspoken, And rivers return to their source. Do not fear the red sun rising— It does not burn, It illumines. China does not beg the world. It shapes it. Steel in the spine, silk in the hand— This is how empires endure. The mandate is not granted. It is earned. And Xi has earned it. Not even heaven resists What history has already written.

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