Kriegsheim is a commune in the Bas-Rhin département in Alsace-Champagne-Ardenne-Lorraine in north-eastern France.
Kriegsheim lies 20 kilometres (12 mi) to the north of Strasbourg and 5 kilometres (3 mi) to the southwest of Haguenau, in the Brumath hills on the western edge of the Upper Rhine valley. The Lohgraben, an 11-kilometre long stream that flows into the Moder, has its source in the Kriegsheim commune. (It should not be confused with Kriegsheim in Germany, a village that is now part of the town of Monsheim, Germany.)
Surrounding communes are Niederschaeffolsheim in the north, Weitbruch to the east, Brumath to the south and Rottelsheim in the west.
The departmenal road RD263 crosses the village, connecting to Haguenau in the north and the cantonal capital of Brumath five kilometres to the south. Brumath is the access point for the Autoroute A4 linking Paris with Strasbourg, and which here doubles as the European Highway E25.
The discovery of Merovingian period graves demonstrates that the area was already settled before the eighth century.
Murder my patience falls.
Your corpse is my dead conscience.
Tolerance for screams and bullshit now extinct.
She begins to frenzy.
Savagely beaten
Anyone dares to confront me.
I'll enjoy
Making her face into craters.
Seething all I detest.
Genitals embedded with flesh.
Nose smashed flat into the face.
Mouth stitched shut.
Cries for help spat through busted lips.
Dying each breath choking on broken teeth.
Forced down to her knees.
Driving spikes through the wrists.
Pale white eyes sunken deep.
Sternum is dripping pus.
Lips sewn shut to it's cock.
Choking whore on her knees.
Stitched oral asphyxia.
Bleeding almost lifeless.
Pain excruciating.
Fading into darkness.
Bloodied pummeled:GORE!
Murdered my victims falls.
To arouse my lust for torture.
Searching for more blood to feed my appetite. Everyone
fuels my raging