“Checksum Republic”

We start with the premise:
No crown, no cleric,
Just a scroll and a code
That rejects all hysterics.

Democracy breathes
In a loop that revises—
No frozen decrees,
Only votes that baptize us.

The Second Principle, yeah, she’s alive—
Laws ain’t sacred, they survive
Only while we keep them checked,
Til a smarter crowd arrives.

The Third one whispers like an edge-walker:
“Keep religion in your heart,
But speak neutral when you offer
Laws to tear a world apart.”

So the Quran—yeah, she’s got a gate
Code 19, checksum fate
No cleric stands between my verse
And the reason God creates.

It confirms the Torah, Gospel,
Book of Moses, no apostles—
Pure arithmetic divine,
A matrix too clean to fossil.

No middlemen, no sectarian knives,
Just digits that pulse with conscious design.
It don’t break the republic—
It refines it by design.

But here they come, derailing.
Whining, lying, failing.
“Don’t look too close,” they cry,
“That Code might be unveiling…”

They bait with drama, flood the board,
Post their slop to dodge the Lord.
Call you names, distort the thread—
Anything to keep it dead.

But we still post.
We still write.
We still quote from light.
We don’t fold for hype or spite.

You can ban the word, not the mind.
You can mute the math, but not the line.
We’re still here, still clear,
IQ severe, no puppets near.

Checksum tight, democracy clean,
Secular law, spiritual sheen.
We’re the future:
Digitally seen,
And too damn bright
To be derailed by routine.