I can create but also destroy,
They call me fate, but I'm sometimes used like a toy.

I am given, but I can not be taken
I undergo fission, and I'm constantly forsaken.

I am simple, but very complex
I tend to *******, when I'm abused for ***.

I have many forms, but only one name
And I can transform, so you're never the same.

I am worshiped, but not a "God"
I'm misunderstood, I find that odd.

Yes I can manipulate, but it's not my intention
I often try to liberate, you don't pay attention.

Although I am young, I am centuries old...
Too often stretched... and strung... truth be told.

I am purest beyond the ego, way high above
I prefer to be incognito, I am simply _