Rebellion in Heaven

An angel has fallen to the ground without cause;
She was just perfect without any flaws. 
Her hair covered her face and body;
She must have done something bad; something naughty. 

Her wings were stretched far and wide;
With a beautiful child right by her side. 
She was crying for she missed the silvery cloud;
Sobbing and breathing ever so loud. 

She and her was lost in this brand new place;
Looking around for a familiar face. 
They saw no one that that remembered them;
For everyone they knew was now condemned. 

Another angel has also fallen;
Not from their cries he came callen. 
He too was perfect in design;
Something is wrong with heaven it's the second time. 

Now their is three angels on land;
This not how angels live; this wasn't planed. 
Left wondering where should they roam;
For earth is now the new heaven they call home. 

Soon another angel falls with wings spread wide;
Following the others where the reside. 
Four has arrived from the clouds they fall;
What is to become of them all?

They gathered and did not say a word;
For none of their voices will ever be heard. 
They move and take cover;
Oh my God here comes another. 

She was golden not like the rest;
For she seemed that she was the best. 
Her eyes as blue as the sea;
Why is this madness? What can this be?

Walking as if no where to go;
As they walked softly in the snow.
Leaving foot prints along the way;
More to follow the very next day. 

Two more angles fall with no wings;  
They land with bumps and bruises even some dings. 
Something is wrong up above;
For it seems that they are all in love. 

They all form together as one big mass;
This will only be the way they can last. 
As they walk; it's like a trail of bread crumbs;
A path for others; just incase more comes. 

Two more fall; bodies are all in a flame;
What is causing this; who is to blame. 
These are twins as far as I can see;
Hope that they will not beckon me. 

So many angels in so little time;
Their must be something wrong; for they are not fine. 
The group of angel as it only grows;
For they are the only ones that knows. 

Their are many; more than seven; 
Their a war; a rebellion in heaven. 
What crime would cause this to combined;
They only fell in love with mankind. 

It's not everyday that angels stay;
For some reason their is a price to pay. 
They now walk across our human hell;
It wasn't their choice of where they fell. 

It's not always good to see a fallen angel;
Some will be beautiful; some left in mangle. 
The numbers grow now at eleven;
The is a rebellion in our heaven. 

Every time we; lie, cheat, and steal;
An angel will fall, and become real. 
We can only save them by our choice;
For we can't hear them; they have no voice. 

They can't do the things we ask;
For they are our messengers; that's their task. 
So before you comment the deadly seven;
It will always cost a rebellion in heaven.