Behind the great wall

Stands the great tower

Where our leader is sleeping

In his gold tower

In the land of freedom

Where the sun forever shines

Where the wind never blows

And the sky is a crisp California blue

This great land of peace

A utopia frozen in time

Where nothing changes

In short a dead planet

Destroyed and extinct

By corruption and greed

That’s the reason my son

We live on the moon now

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Mathias Jansson is a Swedish art critic (AICA-member...

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