Linen-bound in sacred rite, I rest where jackals guard the night. Organs jarred, my name intoned, disturb me and a curse may be sown.

I can make commandments, but I cannot speak. People use me to cure themselves also.

You won’t see me, but I see you, I knock on doors when lies aren’t true. From mobsters, spies, to cyber hacks, I gather files and watch your tracks. Three letters deep, I move with stealth Not for glory, but the nation’s health.

You try to kill me, yet I still win. I grind your very memory away, And powder even great structures of old.

I walk with kings and crawl with worms, I end all tales and quiet storms. You can't escape, delay, or hide - I take all things, yet never bide. I’ve kissed every creature, both mighty and small.