I obtained this except of a prophecy from some Bedouin traders. Make of it what you will.
The Book of Hesitaniah Essington — Chapter 7 (Abridged)
1 In days of drought and dashed dreams, the sons of Essendon looked skyward,
but the heavens gave only silence and soft tissue.
2 For upon the red and black lay a curse —
a forgetting of glory, sealed in betrayal and fermented in forbidden brews.
3 A man was seen, seated on the fence, unmoved.
Not for, not against — and in his silence was judgement.
4 Then came whispers of wanderers:
David of the Aisles, master of quiet codes,
and Tom the Beachcomber, joker, wind-walker, wearer of apricot garments.
5 In the square cried Nino the Prophet, cloaked in ridicule:
“The sash shall not rise until the hammer sings, and the One remembers!”
6 The crowd mocked, for he wore no colours and feasted on mustard and ash.
But he spoke of a warrior from the outer, known as DJR
not wielding steel, but memory and might.
7 He shall strike not once, but sevenfold,
and with each blow, the walls of mediocrity shall tremble.
8 Yet still, the Number One wanders, unsure,
his scrolls scattered, his captains many, his name unknown.
9 And the curse shall lift — so it is written —
when the fence-sitter falls,
David and Tom walk as one,
Nino is called wise,
the hammer sings in DJR’s hand,
and the One becomes one with the many.
10 Then shall rise a warrior of smoke and cinder,
forged not in luxury but in the forgotten ashes —
a counter to the miscalculations and misfortune of the hyphenated Range Rover driving serial masturbators.
11 And in that day, the Bombers shall no longer fly in circles,
but ascend — blood-red and righteous — to the place once promised.