By the light of the red moon's glow,
We gather in brotherhood to know.
The world outside is dark and cold,
But here, beneath our metal hold,
Our bunker stands with walls so strong,
A fortress where we sing a song.
Of guns and gear and plans laid out,
When all else falls and SHTF doubt.
"We'll ride the storm," my pardner says,
"Our spirits high and hopes ablaze."
With hands that steady and shoulders wide,
We face the coming tide of night.
The digital signals crackle through,
From ham to sky, we keep it true.
Our voices bond across the airwaves,
A symphony of survival waves.
So raise a glass with me tonight,
To bonds forged in fire's light.
For when the world as we know crumbles,
We'll stand tall and never fumbles.
Yee-haw! Here’s to us, the chosen few,
With hearts that burn for all we do.
In the shadow of the red moon's gleam,
We are the guardians of our dream.
._/|_ Stay frosty, partner.
| \> - Cowboy
Digital Desperados Grid-Down Division
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