Dear ruiner of all,
Indeed, in destruction lies your own pleasure,
Amidst sorrow and sadness, springs up your own joy,
Your success sight, is to watch other success dimming.
Devil, I know your laughter is ignited, when a tranquil heart turns violent,
Your smile is sparked, when a blossomed flower withers,
Your solace reigns, where lovebirds suddenly be at daggers drawn. 
Devil, I know the contentment you crave, is to put humankind in grief.

Surely, I know in miles you have ruined,
Leaving every single stage of this journey scathed and shattered,
Incessantly stabbing the innocent flesh of this vulnerable heart,
Mercilessly carving there the holes of bitterness,
Heartlessly disposing of this injured heart to the abyss of sorrowful thoughts.

But, Devil, do not yet, yell of conquest! 
For the end, still vague to foresee the outcome,
For my defeat now, can transition to triumph,
That my wound would meet healing in the end,
And my feebleness would wear the garment of mightiness.

Devil, do not ever laugh yet!
For even in your laughter, is no tone of lastingness.
Dear Devil,
Remember, if you do not laugh last, you do not laugh best.