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A written name of your abilities kills the thing that created you,
they cannot see what you have hidden from a point of view,
your presence destroys the metal into a brown mess,
but they need you to survive or so they guess,
you have been around as endless time as so it seems,
as sometimes they fall though you in their dreams,
being a destructive force we cannot see you surround,
sitting so high and all the way to the ground,
combined things into you but still cannot see,
because you are something always free,
but there you are nothing else to decide,
thats why you are oxygen mixed with carbon dioxide.