Shout from the Rooftops

Shout from the Rooftops

Shout from the rooftops,

The game is up!

The game of inducing

Fear , pain and guilt in Man,

The age old game of centuries.




Oh! Man, there is really no

Pain, fear or guilt,

And all these moments when,

You were profoundly, consciously happy,

Are the true , real and the most natural!!




Shout fom the rooftops,

There is really no god, devil or society,

In whose service you need to live or die,

There is only that one supreme,

God withn, , You, Your entity,

Your own and owned mind, heart and soul!!




Oh! Man, you are the hero of your ship,

You are the meaning and purpose,

You are the entity born for joy!!

Not to serve, bow, placate, convince.

You are born free!!




Shout from the rooftops,

The obvius truth that all know,

But nobody dares face,

That Life is nothing but Sense and reason,

Not senseless, complicated and obscure.

There are no deep , dark secrets.

This is the secret , my brothers!!




Oh! Man, you are the secret of secrets.

You have been hidden from centuries,

From- YOURSELF!!

What a terrible reversal,

And how much pain is caused.




Shout from the rooftops.

That which divides us is simply,

That which is a forced binding.

Break the chains holding one to one,

Let each stand alone in his lonely star,

And connect to himself and to all!!




Oh! Man, you are the super man!

The natural power of reason IS you!

What you see, know grasp, understand,

Is the precious, the not to be thrown away,

To the senseless demands,

You are the reason and your sense of you,

Is the glory, the ONLY meaning.




Shout from the rooftops,

The whole , senseless, pain you see,

The pain all feel is NOTHING,

The pain no one invites and no one wants,

The pain carried by us as slaves,

Merely because it is handed down.




Oh! Man , you are the fearless, the powerful,

The sheer beauty and magnificence,

That comes from standing alone,

Giving concessions to none,

Stand alone and be a master,

Of your own destiny, guided by your WILL!!