Regret. Is it something we all have? Some of us bound to its chains forever. To the grave we are born into a world of no mercy. Our cold blood is falling always on the next line of monsters. Who we have only created ourselves. We are monsters of our own free will. Understand we are only the shadows of the past and the figures of the future. Many problems live in this world but regret. Is a child’s tears washing away the blood on man’s hands? Only the pure can free us from this regret.