Day to Deity

I have been to Langley
I have seen the white stone crypt
I have sat the benches
Where all the nations sit

They wanted a pauper
Who would serve their prince
A service I could offer
And I have prospered since

I have met their witches
I have seen their ghosts
Allowed to taste the riches
Of my vampiric hosts

I have fixed their printers
Toner not found three oh three
If there’s a God in Langley
Then he surely lives in me