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We've lost our leader! May he be mourned!
Traitors trouble us, scorn is their skill!
They'll kill in the dark till death's our doom.
Speak, each one of us, for in words the Were
may be found then fettered, and done to death
if luck be our guide. Let us begin.
{With these words declaimed in chant, LMP (also known as Elempí) began.}
I'll not jest nor riddle my way through these dire days ahead. Nor shall I claim innocence or guilt. Rather, by my aid in our attempts to oust our foes shall you see proven that I have not betrayed you. And so, for now, I will listen a while.
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