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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2005 02:34:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Great Family</title>
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  <description>Time passes quickly&lt;br /&gt;At that endless pace&lt;br /&gt;Dogged steadily by death&lt;br /&gt;Together clearing the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But between these two&lt;br /&gt;Powerful and opposite emotions lie;&lt;br /&gt;Turmoil and jubilance&lt;br /&gt;The great siblings of evermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turmoil offers the pain of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;From a small prick on one’s finger&lt;br /&gt;To the suffering before his mother, Death, arrives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubilance, however, is an interesting one&lt;br /&gt;She gives joy as her brother brings pain, yes..&lt;br /&gt;However, she does not resemble her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives no death; she does not pass time&lt;br /&gt;But instead, she rebels against those forces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during the span of time, a few of these things altered&lt;br /&gt;Jubilance was abused by the Family, daily in fact&lt;br /&gt;One moment, though, she decided to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is this for, I don’t understand?”&lt;br /&gt;She asked with a purely innocent tone&lt;br /&gt;“You undo our work, you contradict us”&lt;br /&gt;Her father replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him oddly, unable to understand&lt;br /&gt;“I do it because I like to make people happy” She said&lt;br /&gt;”But that’s not what we do, you fight us instead” Replied he&lt;br /&gt;“And how does this happen? What do you do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought for a moment, and replied in the same tone&lt;br /&gt;“I guess I’m just stronger”&lt;br /&gt;“Lies…all lies!” Her father spat&lt;br /&gt;“Death, turmoil and time are the most powerful of all!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, and her brother lunged&lt;br /&gt;She simply stood, uncomprehending him&lt;br /&gt;“Why does this offend you so?” &lt;br /&gt;But her brother did not respond, instead he smacked her hard&lt;br /&gt;She fell into her Mother’s arms, stunned but not afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death gazed down at her daughter, stunned by her beauty&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, you need to fight back” She told her with a motherly tone&lt;br /&gt;Her Daughter shook her head “No… I can’t…I won’t”&lt;br /&gt;Turmoil shouted at the top of his lungs&lt;br /&gt;“LET HER GO, MOTHER! SHE IS NOT ONE OF US!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death gazed at him, her eyes a cold fury&lt;br /&gt;“Do not speak to me of this, have you seen her beauty?”&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head “No, all you see is the fact that she may be…different”&lt;br /&gt;“Mother, why do you turn against us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubilance looked up, and smiled at her mother’s words&lt;br /&gt;”Stand up, honey” She said, gently lifting Jubilance to her feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jubilance tripped unsteadily, still stunned, and fell forward&lt;br /&gt;She merged with her father as she fell against him, time stood still&lt;br /&gt;And the family could only stare in horror as they saw the bright light..&lt;br /&gt;It shone from the back of Time and had a reddish hue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What have I done…” Her mother cried&lt;br /&gt;Turmoil attempted to pull his Sister out, but horribly fell in as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of blue and of red now shine through time… &lt;br /&gt;As time passes, Turmoil and Jubilance spread throughout lives…&lt;br /&gt;Both must shine onto you, no matter how bright or dim…&lt;br /&gt;But enjoy them both, before their Mother arrives</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2005 03:59:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Runnin&apos; Away</title>
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  <description>I hit the ground runnin’ &lt;br /&gt;I ain’t never lookin’ back&lt;br /&gt;That hellhole should’a burned to ashes&lt;br /&gt;Long before I took that match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea’, I did it&lt;br /&gt;And I’d do it again&lt;br /&gt;Those people who had the nerve&lt;br /&gt;The nerve to call ‘emselves my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea’, they were sleepin’&lt;br /&gt;Yea’, I soaked the house with kerosene&lt;br /&gt;Pouring over that dank carpet, &lt;br /&gt;That bullwhip that Dad put as ‘a sign of discipline’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I dun feel no regret&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t all prissy over them things&lt;br /&gt;They did wrong, and I made right&lt;br /&gt;Nothin’ wrong with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran as far as my legs would carry&lt;br /&gt;Ignorin’ the blazing noise of the fire engine&lt;br /&gt;Ignorin’ the smell of smoke burnin’ my nose&lt;br /&gt;Ignorin’ the fact that my legs were sore from the whippin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t never looking back,&lt;br /&gt;Nah, they had it comin’&lt;br /&gt;For what happened to my sister and me&lt;br /&gt;An’ what my “Dad” did to my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her out a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;She’s livin’ with nice folks in Georgia &lt;br /&gt;Hell, I felt like leavin’ too&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I had to do this, they had to be dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets of NYC are really cold at night&lt;br /&gt;I kept my head down in the alleyway&lt;br /&gt;And laid down behind that oh-so-fancy dumpster&lt;br /&gt;The cold steel being jagged and cuttin’ my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this place&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting’ out as soon as recoup&lt;br /&gt;The scars on my arms were fadin’ away&lt;br /&gt;But I still remember them the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear sirens goin’ up and down the streets&lt;br /&gt;The dark place being lighted by the police cars&lt;br /&gt;With the lights and noise blurrin’ around me&lt;br /&gt;And with my vision goes dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-VBB II</description>
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