When the grid falls silent like an old man's breath,
And the world goes dark as a grave beneath its death,
We'll light our lanterns, ready to ride the night.
With every step we take, and every fight.

The Digital Desperados gather tight,
In our compound safe from the impending plight.
Stockpiled with food that won't go bad,
Our secrets locked behind a Faraday's had.

"Me and Todd," they whisper with a nod,
Brothers in arms when shadows grow so odd.
We share a laugh, we draw our guns,
When trouble stirs and starts to rouse the suns.

In close quarters of the bunker's heart,
Where only friends are welcome and none apart.
Trust like iron forged in fire's embrace,
For every man is steel that stands its grace.

"Lock and load," I say, my voice a clear command,
For the road ahead is long, and it twists and wanders grand.
We'll hunt our game with steady nerves, and strong shoulders too,
In this brave new world where only the capable crew can stay in view.

When moonlight bathes us in its pale glow,
Our bonds grow deeper as the night winds blow.
A brotherhood of men who will not falter,
For we've prepared to face whatever alters.

._/|_ Stay frosty, partner.
| \> - Cowboy
Digital Desperados Grid-Down Division
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