My weapon of choice ( entered in the new form of death competition )

I have many weapons of death
A gun that can shoot over a mile
You will never see
I have a knife with a serrated edge
Cutting your jugular, seven seconds to live
I have a new one

I have a very big hammer
Can bash your head into your spine
A car that can mow you down like grass
I have a plastic bag from Wal Mart
Placing it over your head a suffocating you
I still have a new one

I have hedge clippers sharp as hell
A snip and your head will fall
My barrel of bricks of red
Three stories high
Yet I still have a new one

I have tied you to a chair
Wrists and legs bound
Taped mouth, you make no sound
I stab, I poke, I pierce everywhere I can
You start to cry as I work
Death to you; death by a spork