My parents are French but I was raised in NYC. No green card, but a bit of a green sheen. Good luck deporting me!

I show up when you make some dough, The more you earn, the more I grow. I’m taken by kings and claimed by states, In Europe, I pave roads and educate. Across the pond, I take a bite, To fund a war you shouldn't fight.

This age of man has passed yet near. What liberty is made of before one hundred fifty years, periodically forged together with sn-ears.

Buried deep where ages lie, I watched the countless years go by. No breath I take, no voice I own, for now I’m cast in hardened stone.

Cold, yet I carry fire inside. My wound becomes your light. Older than the blade beside, I sharpened every ancient fight. Break me: I only grow more keen. The coldest fire ever seen.