Simulation

The layers of programming,
Are what I'm seeing.

These pixilated monsters i see,
Crystal clear, are just scheming.

There is nothing to fear,
They're just demons.

Entities that can't understand,
Why my skin is gleaming.

Just people lost,
In the medium.

They're just spiritual leeches,
Always demeaning.

But I'll fight against treason.
Bake a cake and feed them.