Hmmm... I can't seem to remember what I am. I guess I'm pretty bad.

In the land where leprechauns play, Where rainbows dance and gold stays, The sky meets its end, At the land where it bends, An endless line where dreams sway.

I do not think it means what you think it means.

I wear no clothes but come dressed in white, With a golden heart hidden out of sight. Crack me once, I change my form, In heat I harden, in cold I’m born. What am I?

I’ve got more layers than a centrifuge at Natanz, but I’m one hundred percent transparent until the heat is on and I start my 'liquidation' process. Currently undercover in a glass of doogh, shrinking by the min. while the Generals spill propaganda.