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Aries is a head-on collision, a strike to the Bone. He’ll never take a detour, Even if he’s standing alone. He’s always right in his mind, even when he’s Dead wrong. Cross him once, and you’ll find where Your broken teeth belong. Don’t even try to argue, it’s a failure, A total disaster. He’s finished the race while you’re still looking For a master. You bring him a cold, Hard fact, he looks you in the eye. "I’m right anyway," he says, and lets the Conversation die. He cuts through your skin with words sharp as A switchblade. Ask for his honest opinion and watch your confidence Fade. "That look doesn’t suit you. That life isn’t yours to own." He says it so calmly, like he’s speaking from A golden throne. Aries never gives up. No, he never backs down from the fight. Even when the answer is clear in the middle Of the night. Aries keeps marching forward while the whole world Is on fire. Fueling the flames with his own unstoppable burning Desire. Aries never gives up. Stay back, he’s pushing the line. Even when he’s over the edge and everything’s far From fine. You scream, "Enough!" He just smiles and says, "Let’s go." And he’ll run till the end of the road With nothing to show. Oh. At home, he’s a total zero, but his ideas Are like electric sparks. He generates the lightning but never leaves any Marks. But just try to mention that someone else Is leading the pack. He’ll rise like a demon, and there’s no turning Back. Compare him to a Sag and that’s it, The peace is dead. He’ll charge like a wild fighter with nothing but War in his head. He’ll polish the hardwood floor till the friction Turns to flame. Just to prove he’s the king, and you’re just A pawn in his game. He’s a magnet for trouble and for the chaos And noise. Where it’s quiet and peaceful, he loses his balance And poise. Where the world is screaming, That’s where he maps out his way. Building a cage of his own making, Day after restless day. The money comes rolling in, and he grabs it With both of his hands. Then burns it all down like water sinking into The sands. "I don’t need a thing," he claims, But hidden somewhere deep. There’s a secret stash for the soul that he’s Trying to keep. He won’t retreat, he won’t leave, He won’t walk out the door. Even when the ceiling is crashing down onto the Floor. If you’re with him, it’s a battle, A struggle, a permanent scar. But at least you’ll feel alive, No matter how broken you are.