Archetype

It is odd. I am talking to you!
I got to tell you what I saw.
I got a vision about our end
You won't believe it. It is too strange.

In an abyss in the sea
Rests a creature and talks to me
Asleep for eons but now awake
He tells me stories of ancient days

He made life rise on earth and in sea
He knows your gods. He is angry with thee
This planet we live on is his property
And he shall heal it from its disease

Please come soon, you father of life, ancient healer, archetype!
The archetype will rise to clean earth of mankind
Venom he will spread. He will be our death
We cannot escape the creature's furious rage.
No chance to run at all. Our race will fall

Unnaturally shaped, his look disturbs the mind.
Nothing will mean help when he comes back to grind.
Destruction of our world! The great and final gloom.
For those he once created his return is our doom!

Skeletons and ruins are only left to find
Retaken by the nature: The last traces of mankind!
When he came down here he was our alpha
But when he returns he'll be our omega!