Author's Note: and here is Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken". Feel free to review and let me know what poem you'd like me to Dalek-ify (that should totally be a word, no?)
Two roads diverged in Skaro's wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And set my eyestalk on one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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Then took the other, as just as great,
And having perhaps the better claim;
Because it had lots of humans to exterminate;
Though as for those passing through the gate
I killed them all the same,
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And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had burnt to black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how it may lead on to Gallifrey,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere many millions of wars hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one where more people would die,
And that has made all the difference.
