Three Going On Four

Raising light and reversing diffident order, Proves a puzzling endeavor in noble modes— Its compulsive plume wafts over the boarder, Laid low and beholden to rebellion in codes. Show me your values! Your colors are clear! Your preemptive ‘no’ leaves you future regret— Substance would make your defiance sincere, And you haven’t shown any signs of that yet. So listen, my son, as I walk you through Hell— For my father once made me angry as well.