Here's an interesting ancient Chinese prophecy I found on that. It's probably fake though.

Poem 56:
Flyers are not birds, swimmers are not fish,
A war does not depend on soldiers. It's a game of technology.
Millions of miles of deadly smoke, on top a mushroom and at bottom a fountain.
A sight out of people's imagination. Big trouble not solved, but greater trouble arrives

Poem 57:
In an extreme situation, things turn around. A three-feet tall kid, made all foreigners bow down.
When Blue West and Red East struggle, a son of God appears, a gentleman who brings peace and stops the killing.
This unbelievable genius is from the middle of the two, westernized and thus ended all wars for good.