You are weak.
Your womb with
its hollow calls to me,
does not deserve
my life force.

I rather cut
your eyes out
and let them
stare on the shelf

at your body
clutching for breath,
that’ll soon be
the worm’s caca.

You’re less than that,
you’re the floor I’m walk upon.
The fit or meant to walk on those
who are born to be trampled.

Only the greatest woman
deserves to be my vessel.
Only she deserves the seed
that’ll turn God and Satan
into the ashes your flesh
will soon become.


Christoph Paul is the author of 5 books including two collections of Poetry. His next poetry collection is titled “Shitty Love Poems.”

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