Always defensive? Mars in 3rd fuels conflict

Mars bristles, words turn to battle lines now. Territory claimed, every phrase now a fight. Perceived slights sting, defenses rise too fast. Verbal clashes echo, peace now slips away. Can gentle voices still be heard?

Self-preservation burns, hearts learn to guard now. Impatience flares, tensions now rise high. Challenges loom, vulnerabilities now hide. Restlessness bites deep, contentment now fades. Can calm exchanges still be found?

Community echoes, tales of conflict’s sharp edge. Aggressive masks slip, alliances now break. Reality blurs, genuine concern now hides. Distrust fills air, spirits start to wane. Can they lay down these verbal arms? Or will defensiveness claim their Martian peace?