My hands are tied

The billions shift from side to side

And the wars go on with brainwashed pride

For the love of God and our human rights

And all these things are swept aside

By bloody hands time can't deny

And are washed away by your genocide

And history hides the lies of our civil wars
Civil War- Guns N' Roses.

such a beautiful song

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There comes a time when you start to panic because the EOYs are no longer around the corner but poking you in the butt. That time is now.
And that's the time when this word comes in- hiatus.
And then, a question is posed- What the hell is hiatus?
and here comes the answer- a break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, action, etc.

that's exactly what I need. Another halo. Another hiatus.

I bid thee farewell,
Until EOYs have been flushed
Down that porcelain toilet bowl .