I am a sword, my mistress weilds me.
I wage war upon you silently.
I observe your actions and plan my schemes,
So that she might reap benefits most obscene.

You cannot catch me.
You cannot pervade the thoughts of my mind.
My arms are of the ephemeral kind.

You may hide, you may run,
I will never hunt you with a mere gun.
I provide the tools of your own demise,
To your enemies, allies and their spies.