My Castle

This is my turf
Neither green pole
Nor yellow abundance crop
Are welcome

I seek my own crowd
Be it sweaty or smelly
I made my own pluses and minuses
And design my own equal answer

Destroy any heart wrenching downpour
The incoming hail shall be sieved
By the already hard setting heart
This bridge of life
Is low under that swamping mud of tears

Label me as a beast
A tyrant with specific order
Only concerned on perpetual longevity