I am talking in Wandsworth prison

I am talking in Wandsworth prison in London. I talk to the prisoners and the guards are listening. I am the greatest liar of all time. I am a knowledgeable person and intelligent and for me life was difficult. I don’t want humanity to freak out. If I tell you who I am and what I have done I am afraid humanity is going to freak out. How could I fool everyone? How nobody noticed there was something wrong with me? I am the greatest in the worst. I am the greatest in what is bad and cause suffering and pain. I am rehabilitated because I understand I was wrong. Nobody ever said to change the mind is easy. I was the perfect liar because I decided and I wanted to be the perfect liar. The perfect liar is whoever get away with it and nobody else knows. I dedicated my life with hate to be the perfect liar. I planned my perfect lie, I suffered to commit the perfect lie, I suffered to be not recognized, I suffered to not be recognizable. You can fool everyone but you can not fool God. God knows everything. God knows what I did. I am the most coward. I studied, and studied, and kept studying, I studied psychology, I studied serial killers, I studied physics, chemistry, computer, I took drugs recklessly. The monster is inside, the monster is you, that eventually is not you. It’s all a lie. I was inside, and also outside violent. I know life, I am the greatest, I don’t want to say because I was never caught. I don’t want the police involved knocking on my door. I don’t want mental health services to be involved. I know who I am and what I have done. Nobody knows who I am better than me and God. God exists because from nothing can not be created something. I at at God’s mercy. God knows I regret my past. Nearly all my past is a plan to hide a perfect crime. Since the moment I decided to commit the perfect crime my life was designed or planned to hide, to create a character to get away with the perfect crime. I am traumatized, I am tormented. I need help. I can not keep living like this. All my life, nearly all my life has been planned to create a persona, a mask, a deception, just to deceive you and commit the most horrendous and vile crime. I am not a fool, I am intelligent and wise enough to plan all my life to commit the perfect horrendous and vile crime and i deceived absolutely everyone and i live tormented since. It’s not hate, do you believe me? I did not hate the person I killed. It was not personal. I don’t want the police involved. Please, I am rehabilitated. Please I am a different person. Please I ask for forgiveness. Please i don’t need punishment. You would not believe someone like me commited the crime. And still my life leads somehow to the crime. My life leads to the crime because I was there and I did it. That’s why reality and me is connected with the vile and horrendous crime I committed. Reality and how the crime was committed connects me with my life. Was I violent? Everyone knows me, I wasn’t violent. Sometimes I was violent, but never to commit such an atrocity. I planned all my life, day and night how to commit the crime. How good are you at doing something you dedicate your life day and night to do? I have dedicated my entire life to do the wrong thing. If someone ask me why did you do that to that person and others what can i say? Put your self in my life. Why? I was a different person and I reasoned different. I say reason because I am inteligent, not for anything else. If I tell my life i fear you are not going to believe anything. Maybe yes. Are you open minded? How open are to hear a horrendous story with a happy ending? At the end what counts is I am alive and the story continues. My horrendous and vile and coward crime is credible, because my life connects me with the crime scene. I got away with it. I fooled everyone. God knows everything. I dedicated my life to a game. A life to win a game. Hurt because I was hurted. To do what? To hurt more to dedicate my life to foolishess. To be the greatest fool. I don’t want to go back to mental health services. I prefer prison. It’s better prison than mental hospitals. Prison for me is way better than a mental hospital. I am guilty of insanity. I know I am insane in recovery. How can you not be possibly insane after doing what I did? I wasn’t well mentally obviously. The signs were there for everyone to see and hear and witness. I don’t want to scare you. I changed, I keep the monster inside. I got away with it, but why? I was closed, I am not going to tell you my plan, who are you to tell you my plan? My plan consists in not telling anyone my plan. In my mind i was the greatest, i know you don’t believe. It’s God, i was a believer. It’s what i believed the problem. I discovered i was wrong before other people is hurt, before i change my plan. My plan is unchangeable, that was my belief. Do you understand me? Do you understand why i did it? I can not change my plan from God. God, it’s all crazy, i know it’s crazy. I know it’s crazy, insane beyond comprehension, but i believed since the moment i was hurt God commanded me to commit the perfect crime. Since then i have been dedicating day and night sacrificing my life for God, to deceive humany. I was the chosen one. I had to camouflage myself in the crowd or world. My plan was to. It’s insanity, i know. You don’t know. I feel i don’t deserve to be punished. I know now. When i was hurt i believed God, my God, i didn’t tell anyone about my God. I hated everyone. In my mind i was the perfect messiah. In my mind i was giving everything for God, in my mind God was perfection. In my mind i was the most servile and humble of God, God was only for me. I know it’s insanity. How can God exists only for me, for the chosen ones. I believed the other prophets were wrong. God and me, I don’t know to explain, i thought God  the only God that i had to hide. I fear people are going to laugh at me. Normal people are going to laugh at me. I am not normal, i know i am not normal. You can call my sypmtons insanity, mentally sick, mentally disturbed, weird. There is not explanation apart i was hurt. For goodness me, put yourself in my mind. It’s personal. Think about soon in life you are hurt. I since then, because you are ignorant, it’s like a fist of rage, it’s kind of involuntary, it’s expression, it’s you, but at the same time it’s not you. It’s like a disease. It’ something maybe you are born with. I tell you things in confidence. It craziness of mayor order. You can not be more crazy. I am extremely dangerous because I can be violent, if I was extremely violent once, I can be again. It was my God. Once my God i created when a child and I was hurt gave a purpose and the perfec reason to live. I know it’s stupid, I know you don’t believe, but that’s what I believed and my life connects the crime that was never resolved with the victim. Let me know if you understand. If you don’t I can not keep talking. Do you understand for real? It was my God, I had a God, now I have discovered the true God. I still can write a different story. I am the most hated. Do you know who i am? Do you know what kind of person i am? It’s all in the mind. You have to tell me who do you think i am. Thank you.