The *superior* are not superior.
They thrive from abundance, 
They thrive from virus and dispersion.
They live in the bodies of a tyrant,
It is their plentifulness that renders oppression,
Not their dialect.  
Our vision may be more vulnerable than our hearing.
Tell me i'm crazy, 
I shall not mind.
I do not mind. 
Make me privy to your plentifulness,
My autonomic reflexes put me at a discomfort
Abnormal heartbeat was  unknown to I.
The shadow they've left behind, brings more fright than their non-existent emotions. 
T'was my visionary sense,
That brought me this discomfort.