The thoughts of the last Dalek

Awww almost makes you feel sorry for the evil tin-pot monsters

HAVE KILLED MORE HUMANS. LOST COUNT PART WAY THROUGH. WHAT'S THE POINT, AFTER ALL?

THESE FEELINGS ARE CONFUSING ME. THINGS USED TO BE SO SIMPLE.

I . . . I HAVE WRITTEN A POEM ABOUT HOW I FEEL. PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT, AND WHY:





AS MY PLUNGER DEALS DEATH
MY SOUL PLUNGES
INTO THE DEPTHS.

MY VOICE CRIES
IN THE WILDERNESS:
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!
BUT WHY?
THERE IS NOTHING LEFT
TO EXTERMINATE
FOR.