stat medius campis etiamnum cuspide sicca Bellipotens, iamque hos clipeum, iam vertit ad illos arma ciens aboletque domos, conubia, natos.
The Lord of War stands in the middle of the plain, his spearhead still dry, and turns his shield now on these, now on those, arousing arms, effacing homes, wives, children.
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