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!!News Flash :: Davidic update &  prolepsis from the projected 'combat zone'!!   "..I pursued my enemies and crushed them; I did not turn back till they were destroyed. I crushed them completely, and they could not rise; they fell beneath my feet. You armed me with strength for battle; you made my adversaries bow at my feet. You made my enemies turn their backs in flight, and I destroyed my foes. They cried for help, but there was no one to save them— to the LORD, but he did not answer.  I beat them as fine as the dust of the earth; I pounded and trampled them like mud in the streets..."                                                 (2Sam 22, NIV)   On Sun, 1 Jan 2006 17:15:19 -0700 [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:     On Sun, 1 Jan 2006 11:13:20 -0500 "Lance Muir" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> writes: [can you] understand, through listening, the lyrics of a Bob Dylan song, as he sounds now[?] ..His eyes were two slits that would make a snake proud With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd Worshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowed And the head of a hyena   Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek? If you can read my mind, why must I speak? No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seek Angelina..   In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road With your subpoena   When you cease to exist, then who will you blame? I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same Angelina..   There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone Your servants are half dead; you're down to the bone Tell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrown Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?   She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold He's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin' a blindfold And so are you, Angelina..   ['He', un'blindfold'ed, says:] I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse In God's truth tell me what you want, and you'll have it of course Just step into the arena   [directions home--g:)] Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces Begging God for mercy and weepin' in unholy places Angelina..Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina Bob Dylan Copyright © 1981 Special Rider Music