What’s black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you’re all through with it?

Remove my first letter and I silently fly Remove my third for a shipment's contents Remove my last and I gracefully bend But all together, I'm something you find in your kitchen

Born of ruin, I climb unseen, a shadow of fire that’s never clean. No feet to walk, no breath to choke, yet I can kill, for I am ....

My twin is my match, yet I pair with many others. I have always been stepped on, but so has my brother. What am I?

I collect all around, pieces of a time gone past, Many tools exist to remove me, More of me will ever come