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.