Playroom of the Water-Blue Butterfly Fairies

The Devil's real bargain is this:
We sell our souls to feel guilty.
Our old primate submission slouch,
The feeling of defeat, begging

Not to be hurt too, too badly,
Transferred from actual smallness
Before a muscular display
To merely an apology

For breaking local convention.
Please don't punish me too harshly.
I want to be a good member.
I want society's success.

I am so ashamed. I will fall
On my own sword for you, Satan.
I want nothing more than acceptance,
For our team to thrive beyond me.