Deadly Matter Transmitter

I'm in trouble because I built a Matter Transmitter.
It's caused nothing but pain and everybody is bitter.
People stepped into my transmitter and their atoms were transmitted and reassembled at another location.
I transmitted twenty people and it has been a nightmare, it has caused nothing but devastation.
When the people were transmitted, it somehow scrambled their brains.
They changed completely, the process drove all twenty of them insane.
I shouldn't have built the Matter Transmitter but I thought it would bring me glory.
The people who used it have killed over a hundred people, things have gotten gory.
Time Magazine once called me a genius but I'm actually a fool.
My invention has caused so much disaster and I'm responsible.
I'm in trouble with the law and I'm looking at the death sentence.
I must atone for what I have done, how can I get repentance?
Because of my stupidity, over a hundred people are dead and I'll be joining them.
I wouldn't have built that Matter Transmitter if I'd known it would cause mayhem.

(This is a fictional poem)