Being Confronted by the Combine

In the end, there was only sadness
Soon to be drenched in the stench of war.
We are on the border of breaking fast.
Enveloped in pain, we are needling and prying and we've been contained.
This dome is a prison, and we've accepted this.
Life is not worth living if we've been cast down to live as a bargaining chip.
We don't negotiate with terrorists.
From the beginning to the end,
We will be the decider of our own endeavors.
Surely you should be aware of the threat of a community burdened.
An enemy of my enemy is a well-respected, if not an unstoppable and angry friend.