Un-understandable

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It was the day of the Almighty.
There I was dressed in purple apparel,
The seat was vacant,
I was propelled to fill the void,
After all, there's no void in the Almighty's work.

His melodies in me they despised,
Unknown to them,
I had seen them discuss something...
I sensed it was about the melodies,
For they loved it not.

Maybe it was not the melodies they hated...
Maybe it was me...
For uncertain reasons they painted evil in their hearts.
My appearance disgusted them,
The process was continuous.